The boys spent the last two days in Marshall with grandparents because of the in-service meetings that canceled school.
As usual, the return home from, well, any other location, can be a little crazy. As the boys were tearing back and fourth through the house, things quickly got out of control. Both boys wound up spending some time in their rooms.
Despite being offered an opportunity to calm down and stop digging in deeper, Jacob decided to keep his mouth running, which earned him a chore. As he sat folding a basket of clean towels, the whining and "nobody loves me" proclamations entertained me while I was making a quick dinner before Jacob and I left for Cub Scouts.
At one point, my precious son, clearly the house slave, says, "You know, this isn't a very good way to welcome me home!"
Thankfully, Gene saved the day by singing the special song we had prepared for his homecoming -LOL. Jacob tried to stay mad, but dad's singing was just too much fun.
