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Respect for Decibels

Ever notice the incredibly high energy level your children have the first month or two after school starts?

My house is typically very quiet during the daytime. There's about an hour after I come home with my 4 year old that it's just him and me. That peace is abruptly shattered the moment my 4th grade boy and 6th grade girl enter the house. Today went from complete peace to total pandemonium in 30 seconds flat.

Boy: Sister's an IDIOT!

4 year old boy (copying): She's an idiot.

Girl: Ouch!!!! (screams and cries inconsolably. Comes to me holding her tender arm screaming), He hit me!

Boy: Did not. I barely touched you.

Girl: Mom! He...

Boy: She's an idiot. Do you want to know why?

Mom: Not at all. Go get your backpacks (this repeated 7 more times).

The exchange continued between them at 200 decibels while they went in search of their backpacks. Do we really not understand inside voices and outside voices?

Apparently not.

Doorbell rings. Two neighborhood boys stand at the door asking if 4th grader can play.

Boy: I can't play. I have to do my homewo...

Mom shoves boy out the door using hands, feet, and door.

Comments

  1. ChiefSeptember 9, 2009 at 5:15 PM

    absolutely....this happened to me yesterday as a matter of fact. No chores, no homework...just play.play.play...outside

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  2. FoursonsSeptember 9, 2009 at 6:11 PM

    HA! Love that you kicked him out. I'm sure he was completely befuddled by that, but not wanting to question it.

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  3. AnnaSeptember 9, 2009 at 8:25 PM

    This my friend, is why Jeff and I have nocturnal pet squirrels. They bark, we flip a light on and they stop.

    Tada.

    PS I love your last post!!! haha what a collection of pets and people!

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  4. shortmamaSeptember 9, 2009 at 9:12 PM

    This sounds like my evenings! My 7 year old and 20 month old girls are so loud in the evening and then my hubs turns the TV louder to go over them playing and yelling and talking...ugh the chaos!

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  5. JanisSeptember 10, 2009 at 6:40 AM

    HeeHee! I love when the humor of the situation can be enjoyed by the world and that you can see the humor only shortly after it happened!

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  6. Mamma ChristineSeptember 10, 2009 at 2:33 PM

    Awesome.

    I didn't read your title very carefully and I thought for a second it was "Recipe for Decibels".

    I think that's fitting too.

    I'll file your recipe away to use, 5-6 times a day.

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  7. Jaime ThelerSeptember 10, 2009 at 6:44 PM

    Do we have the same kids? I can always find my children anywhere public. I just follow the noise.

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