So here's what happened. The kids were playing with their toys yesterday and I heard two of the boys begin to fight. They were arguing over who had what car first and who's turn it was now. The name calling began to fly..."That one's MINE you Jerk!" "No it isn't you Baby Pants!"...and my personal favorite..."YES it IS you Underwear Head!" I knew I should be grateful that the words weren't worse. My husband used to be a fighter pilot. He flew the F-15 E Strike Eagle and had an unclassified training video that I watched once. I say once because I was so shocked at how different he was in the jet. He somehow managed to put words and phrases together that I have never heard used in the same context by any human being...ever. I hadn't heard him talk like that before. I had to understand that when he was "fighting" he became a different person...necessarily so in his field. I tried to remind myself of this when our own boys were fighting yesterday. On a much lighter level, they might say or do things that wouldn't normally occur when not in the heat of battle. Our job is to teach them how to work things out together. I know that one day they will have more pressing matters in life and things will undoubtedly become more complicated than playing with cars. When that happens, I hope they will always have each other to count on, Underwear Heads or not.
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Adam and Bea live in North Carolina with their three boys and a girl, Christian 13, Ethan 12, Preston 10 and Lauren Elizabeth 8 years old.