Just this morning, my aunt expressed her concern that the boys are growing up and are less savage. The stories I have been sharing have been few and far between. I assured her that in fact, they are still incredibly savage, but I am just finding less time to sit down and form cohesive sentences. You’d think with three kids in school for at least part of the day, my brain would be more amendable to writing, but that’s not exactly the case. I’ve been keeping myself so busy. Between starting a puppy sitting job, getting through birthdays and holidays, and the million home improvement jobs I’ve taken upon myself, I just can’t muster energy for much else, but I will try once in a while because as I’ve mentioned before, this is your baby book, kids.

Jackson decided to help prove my point earlier today, and did so in a way that I’m sure I won’t forget for a while. Sometimes, I allow the boys to play on their iPads (our very old ones) while we wait in the pickup line at Taylor’s school. I usually use this time to talk to a friend, read, etc. I honestly only half pay attention to what they are playing with in the back seat because I know it’s not like iPad time at home. They don’t have internet access for me to worry about them getting into something inappropriate. What can go wrong? I was chatting back and forth with them a bit about their games. Jospeh kept saying things like “Mom, I found the blue train! Mom, 100 is the highest number ever! Mom, do you know how many shapes I see?” Confident that they were enjoying their educationally stimulating recreational activity, I went about reading my psychological thriller, getting lost in someone else’s drama for a while. As I’m flipping a page, I hear a muffled, yet distinct “Mother Fucker.” Surely that wasn’t one of my children saying that, but since we were the only ones in the car, I had to consider it. I was taken aback at first and didn’t even know what to say. While I was taking a few seconds to process the words I just heard come out of a sweet little four year old mouth, I then heard “Where are the goddamn weapons?” Cue the freak out. I immediately turned around and asked Jackson to show me what was on his iPad. He very quickly toggled the screen and said “Oh, see? It’s the Banana Boom (minions) game, Mom.” Nice try, kid, but you were busted in action. I went to the back of the car, grabbed the iPad and went to see what other applications he had open to find that he had launched some movie app that I didn’t even know was on there. Not only did he launch it, but he was watching an R rated war movie that Todd had on there from when the iPad previously belonged to him. I guess the iPad wasn’t properly wiped clean before we gave it to our smart boy (I’m looking at you, Todd). That’s a project for tonight. I’m very pleased to hear the boys expanding their vocabulary, but this particular language was not in my sights. I wonder what else was said in that movie he was watching (and how many times he sneaked a viewing in the pickup line) because the other night he told his brother that he was being a vagina. While you’re all doing what you do tomorrow, please think of me and keep your fingers crossed that the phone number for preschool doesn’t come up on my phone.

And just for good measure, here’s a sweet picture of my little men. They really are growing up so quickly! I’d just prefer they save the choice language for their college years.