Last night at dinner, while Tim and I ate grown-up fare the kids were served grapes and apples. Charlie sat in his high chair with two grapes talking to one another, then shooting at each other, then proceeding to blow each other up. "Aye, ah, boooom!" came from that end of the table. Maggie took a cue from her brother and started making her grapes talk, "Hi. How are you? I'm foooood!" as she popped the grape into her mouth. With this, Mary and Will started pretending they were toddlers too and, true to gender, started chatting and pretending to blow up fruit. I looked at Tim, "The Y chromosome is showing, big time." Of course Will wanted to know what I was talking about. But how can you explain chromosomes and DNA to an 8 year old? I tried the best I could, but then Tim popped the question I hate, "Know any more than you did before?"
They were all being obnoxious!
Let me just say that if after dinner a contemplative convent offered me a haven I might have taken them up on it.