So, I've been a law school widow the past couple of weeks until James finished his appellate brief. He has been living at the library until midnight every night. Monday, we decided to take dinner down to Daddy so that we could actually see him! We went to a local park and the boys played while James ate his dinner. It was wonderful seeing James, even if it was just for an hour. We decided to do it again on Wednesday night. We went out to eat at Pei Wei's this time. Aidan continued to tell us that he didn't like his chicken until it turned into ongoing whining. And after eating a few lo mein noodles, Ethan began to throw food and chopsticks on the floor. It was a bit of a disaster. No nice conversation with my hubby, just attempting to control our messy children. We must have amnesia when it comes to taking our kids to restaurants. It's a disaster about 90% of the time, we say that we are never doing it again, and then weeks or months later we unsuccessfully attempt it again.
Anyhow, on the way home from dinner that night, the boys had their windows down in the car. Aidan was playing with his Lightening McQueen car and it looked like he was tempted to toss it out the window. I gave him a warning, saying that I will roll up the window if he tried to throw his toy out the window. A few minutes later, I saw something fly out the window. I stopped the car, turned around and had a "little talk" with Aidan. The windows were rolled up and we silently drove home. Then I heard Ethan saying something under his breath. Aidan said, "Be quiet, Ethan!" I listened even harder to hear Ethan saying, "Aidan... time out... Aidan."!!!!! I was dying! I can just hear my brother and sister when we were younger saying to me, "You're in troooubblleee! I'm telling Moooom!" And now here was my two year old egging his older bro on! I was rolling!