Oh, whatever

My two boys (especially that big one) are always coming up with something - some game, some plan, some make-believe world. Most of the time it's healthy and creative fun. Sometimes I feel the need to put a kibosh on it, in order to protect them, the dogs or my house.

Lately they have taken to hanging out on furniture upside down. The couches in the kitchen, the sofas in the living room, our master bed, it doesn't matter. If your bum is supposed to sit on it, then they have decided your head should be placed there instead. When they first started doing this, I ignored it. It would surely pass, right? Wrong.

Weeks later they are still flipping themselves "ass over tin cups" every time they reach a piece of furniture. And Bill and I have decided our course of action... Oh, whatever. There are so many things in this world to worry about, why should I care if my children want to giggle and say that Mommy and Daddy are standing on the ceiling?



That said, when they pulled it today on Aunt Mindy's couch, she was rightly quick to point out that perhaps we shouldn't teach Landon that trick right now. Let's first teach him to to get on and off the couch the old-fashioned way ... without hitting his head.

But when it comes to the privacy of our house... sometimes it's just best to say Oh, whatever.