We had a dance party in the living room tonight after dinner. Chris was the DJ and the girls were dancing. Quinn was finishing an oreo and I was the audience. They were doing quite well and Q was dying to get in on the action. So, Chris wiped him up, sent him into the living room and started the song over. I thought, Oh, what a perfect thing to put on the blog! So, I set up the imovie on the computer and started rolling. But then Q saw himself and was like a moth to the flame.
"Me? Me? Me! ME!" He kept yelling with his face approx 3mm away from my computer screen. And then the girls began trying to nudge him out of the way so that they could get a little one on one camera time. So I told them to just go back to dancing and then they would all be in the video.
But by then, there was mass chaos. And wildness. Screaming. And some kind of crazy dancing fit going on and Q somehow got kicked in the eyeball by one of his sisters.
And then the dance party was over. Because, really, its all fun and games until someone gets kicked in the eyeball.
And I also refuse to post the maniac video of my children. Its their punishment. When you kick your brother in the eyeball, your video doesn't make the blog.
War on Errorism
Underwater basket-weaving (we got some arts and crafts)
Meth-amphetamine symposiums (they last a couple days)
African killer spelling bees (you better get it right)
Bowling in ice hockey rinks (of course checking is allowed)
Anarchy camp's never inert (you think we don't know that it's)
Not much fun 'til someone gets hurt (our only motto)
So we're greasing up the rusty vert ramp
Time to make some reservations for next years anarchy camp
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