Backstory: Roo is the last to get his braces off. Monday, he had a orthodontist appointment where we were both told that if he had worn his rubber bands, the braces would have been removed. Roo is the child who is strongly motived by the right thing, and the incentive of getting his braces off, is definitely the right thing.
Yesterday I made my monthly run to Sam’s Club and arrived home about the same time the boys got back from Cross Country Practice. As is the starving nature of teenage boys who’ve been running for two and a half hours, they descended upon the goods like starved vultures. Immediate and frenzied unloading of said goods ensued by the three of them in hopes of finding some tasty breakfast items (our pantry having become akin to Mother Hubbard’s Cupboard). Our freezer had gone out the night before and I was unloading all the rapidly thawing stuff to be taken to the freezer in the basement when, noticing sudden silence I turned around and saw all of them standing there devouring the mini Rolo’s and Reeces Peanut Butter Cups I’d gotten for movie nights and baking, the unpacking completely forgotten. They hadn’t even had breakfast yet. When they realized I was staring at them, they adopted a look similar to deer in headlights. I scolded them lightly, then ate some of their candy myself before making a huge breakfast for them. At that point they all went to shower, and when they returned I was deep into the process of seal-a-meal freezing. They plopped on the couch like so many freshly stuffed Turkeys and turned on the T.V.
As I worked, I was listening to them talking about what to watch, and eventually they settled on Burn Notice. They decided that since they had never seen the series premier, they would Netflix it. And, since I had never seen it either, I decided to join them. We sat and watched for roughly thirty minutes or so when Roo suddenly screams and we all turn to look at him.
It seems that he had been eating yet another bag of mini Reeces Peanut Butter cups and didn’t bother to take his rubber bands out, figuring that if he left both of them in while he ate, he’d be ahead of the game. You know, they aren’t really supposed to be left in when you eat. As he started laughing he jabbered something about rubber bands and popped in the mouth, at which point the other two boys and I started laughing with him.
They laughed even harder when I said, “That there’s good blogging material, that is.”