Twenty-eighth Percentile!
I took Andy and Alex in for their annual physicals last week. This is one of those times when I have to huddle all three kids together and explain how very important good behavior is. "Pediatricians and DCFS are tight, like this," I say, illustrating with my crossed fingers. "So best behavior so Mommy doesn't get sweaty and screamy." "But, Alex bit my finger," Andy replied, referencing the current reason why everybody was exhibiting not-so-good behavior. "Did you stick your finger in his mouth?" No reply. "Okay, let's roll then. Game faces!" I exaggerate a little, of course. I haven't had the DCFS talk in at least a month! The thing about our behavior, collectively, is that it hasn't been all that bad. Alex breaking his arm may have been the very best thing for the boys, as it seemed to scare them straight. Emily is still very much a wild card, but she is agreeable, as she answers a very sweet "Yea...