This morning, #4 found some fake blood in a tube which was left over from Halloween.Since it was #4, he was quickly covered in blood with a swollen purple eye peering out of the mess on his face - he also found the makeup kit.
He showed me his handiwork - the black eye with the cut over the eyebrow, the blood pouring from one nostril, the cut lip which was also bleeding down his chin, and four bloody cuts on the knuckles of his right hand. He's actually quite talented at this, something which disturbs me a great deal.
Anyway, he came upstairs to show me. #1 was in the shower, and suddenly I had a good idea.
"Knock on the bathroom door, pretend to cry and tell #1 that #2 hit you" I whispered. #4 loved the idea, and the fake cry he produced was Oscar-worthy. Lynn can tell you all what that sounds like.
As #4 stood in the doowary holding on to his injured head and screaming, I heard "Go away!" followed by "Oh sh*t! Don't move!" and the shower stopping abruptly. By this point, I was almost on the floor laughing, and so was #4. Since #1 was still covered in soap, he was too slippery to catch #4.
This evening as I was waiting for the rice cooker to finish, #4 came up to me, smiled his very sweetest smile and said,"Can I have some of the apple cider? Oh please?"
I didn't remember buying any cider, and as hot as it was here today, I would have remembered anything cold to drink. Ah - but then it dawned on me. "Well, ok," I said,"just leave some for your brothers". I didn't remember buying cider, but I did recall buying apple cider vinegar. Hmmm.
And then I whispered to #s 2 and 3, "Wait and listen". We waited. It didn't take long for the screams to start, and they went on for quite a while. Hopefully, he'll learn to read the entire lable. And hopefully, they won't figure out what the common thread is in these stories.
When Poe ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
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