When I stepped into my parents house yesterday after work to pick up Tink I was immediately jumped upon by my nephews.
Aunt D, can I go to your house?
Sorry, not tonight boys, we're aahhh...going to the store. Yeah that's it, maybe some other evening.
Iwannagotoyourhouse! Iwannagotoyourhouse! Iwannagotoyourhouse! (for five minutes!!)
After looking at me like I was the wicked witch of the west, my Mom finally stepped in and told them to stop. They do not like being told no, to anything. This caused a major meltdown. The boys started laying on the floor crying, throwing toys and kicking my mom.
(Any guesses as to why I don't want them at my house?)
The entire time this is going on Tink is starring at them and I am trying to put her socks and shoes on her as fast as humanly possible so I can get out of there.
Can't wait to hear it all over again tonight when I show up to get Tink. Tonight is dance class night! Sorry boys, not tonight.