Tonight I asked the 7 year old to sweep up a mess in the dining room. This simple request brought on a angry monologue that ended with David and I giggling and the kids looking at us like we were slightly crazy, maybe more than slightly. It went like this:
"Alonzo would you sweep that up?" Mom asked.
"Why do I have to sweep the floor? Why me? Why always Alonzo Alonzo Alonzo?! Why not Cody Cody Cody! Cody sweep the floor! Why always Alonzo Alonzo Alonzo!!!!" Alonzo yelled.
(To be fair Cody was washing dishes at the time)
Mom looked at Dad, Dad looked at Mom. "Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!" Mom and Dad giggled together.
This was met with dead silence. All the boys looked at each other. Alonzo finally just swept the floor because his parents are both nuts and he was afraid to draw any further attention to himself.
Who needs sitcoms? We have kids, it's a new show everyday.
**None of the boys (except maybe Dakota) have ever heard of the Brady Bunch much less watched the Marsha episode.