tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18609857.post-1155904535413231692006-08-18T08:14:00.000-04:002006-08-18T08:35:35.490-04:00You know what's really funny? When people find out that I have six kids and they say something about how it's a good thing, because the kids always have somebody to play with.<br /><br />Whaaaat?<br /><br />Seriously...you're joking, right?<br /><br />Let me clarify. I have six kids-two girls, four boys-whose ages span nearly a ten-year range. Kid one is a boy who talks about nothing but video games, South Park, military history and chicks. Kid two wears her hair spiked like Billie Joe Armstrong's, inherited our puppy's old spiked collar, plays guitar incessantly and has a Little Known Billie Joe Fact for every occasion. Kid three never wants to write about anything but sports scores and thinks we should take time off of school to watch ESPN. Kid four refuses to play outside most of the time, is on his way to being a big-time computer hacker and thinks he came from Jupiter. Kid five happens to be kid four's twin, so naturally they're automatic best buds, right? Ha. Five is outside from the time he gets up till the time he goes to bed, climbs the walls when he's inside, and is constantly building things out of old nails and scrap wood. Kid six is all about lip gloss, My little Pony and Disney Princesses, and changes dresses twelve times a day.<br /><br />Yeah, if that isn't a group that just loves to play together, I dunno what is. It's a nice thought, though, the Brady Bunch or something: 'Let's all go play outside together, a friendly game of Hokeyball, and nobody will cry because she lost or scream and run inside because he spotted a wayward caterpillar.'<br /><br />In reality, we have this:<br /><br />"MOVE!! You're in front of the TV and I almost got killed!"<br /><br />"Waaaaah! Nobody ever wants to play Dora with me!"<br /><br />"Make him quit hammering! TOO LOUD TOO LOUD TOO LOUD!"<br /><br />"Can you tell her to quit playing that stupid guitar? I can't hear when the cops are sneaking up on me."<br /><br />"You've been playing that game all day! I need to check the baseball scores...TURN IT OFF!"<br /><br />"God, can you keep your stupid ponies off my side of the bed?"<br /><br />"He broke the shelf I just built!"<br /><br />"Hey! You can't unplug my amp just so you can hear your stupid Barbie CD, brat!"<br /><br />Ah, yes...the sounds of familial bliss...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!-- google_ad_client = "pub-9754613331895078"; google_ad_width = 234; google_ad_height = 60; google_ad_format = "234x60_as"; google_ad_type = "text_image"; google_ad_channel =""; google_color_border = "333333"; google_color_bg = "000000"; google_color_link = "FFFFFF"; google_color_url = "999999"; google_color_text = "CCCCCC"; //--></script> <script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> </script></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06698327981868775041noreply@blogger.com