Beware of Tears

My current goal is to try and write at least one entry every day for the next week. Many of them will probably just be quick kid anecdotes or movie reviews. We shall see. At least I have a goal.

Anyway... kid anecdote it is this morning.

So, I unfortunately learned the hard way last night that, while playing tag, I am under no circumstances allowed to tag Brown-Eyes. Because he immediately stops cold and bursts into uncontrollable tears.

Umm. What?

I know he's just a little guy and all but... I mean, he's way faster than all of us. He's like a frickin little bullet train. And was ECSTATIC to play.

Well, it turns out the former nanny's demon-spawn children conditioned him that way. Instead of tagging the first child they could reach, the little bastards would pick on the smallest and actively ambush and target the little guy. Man, I hate those boys. Luckily, the nanny (the same one who was reprimanded for allowing 4 and 6yr olds to play "Halo") was recently fired. She was told it was for "financial reasons" but it was mostly for a general and persistent apathy.

Yeah, Blue-Eyes had to explain, in a "duh, Tab" voice that his little brother can't be tagged. It was a pretty cute "big brother" moment on his part. Especially since he said it in a sort of protective matter-of-fact way and not with the annoyed "my brother is such a loser" undertones you'd expect. Go Blue-Eyes. Even if he is insisting on calling me "Tabby" at the moment to annoy me (the little demon spawn).