The snow is gone, the sun is shining, and the birds are chirping. You know what that means- my kids get to fight outdoors now! And I couldn’t be more thrilled. Our neighbors not so much. But really, that’s not my problem. They can close their windows and put ear plugs in just like I can. I mean, don’t we all put our ear plugs in one side at a time? (Kidding! My apologies in advance to my neighbors for the loud shrieks, shrills and F*bombs you will most certainly hear in the next few months.)
Any who, my kids spend countless hours outside working on their tree fort in the woods, riding go-karts around the yard and jumping on the trampoline. The other day, I was minding my own business when Chase shoves the sliding glass door open as quickly as humanly possible. Him and Ryder had been jumping on the trampoline and I can see that Chase is clearly starting to have an asthma attack.
Suddenly, out of thin air, Ryder appears next to me and places something discreetly in my hand. I look down into the palm of my hand to see what he placed there; it’s Chase’s inhaler. Ryder looks me dead in the eyes and commands, “Don’t give this back to him until he learns to be nicer.” A shiver went down my spine.
Freddy Kruger has nothing on Ryder. Going to hell, killer clowns and creepy noises in the night do not scare me. However, my 7-year-old scares me to my core. And I have now decided to keep an inhaler on me at all times in case Ryder starts to think I, also, need to learn to be nicer.
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