"YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME!!"

There are a lot of things I could write about today.

Like that DadOfAllTrades has been called to go out of town to bring some people THE HEAT-I mean put up some downed lines in the state capital area.  The "Storm of the Century" brought with it lots of snow, rain and ice, not necessarily in that order, and those things in combination usually bring down a myriad of power lines.  He accepted this assignment mostly because the company (that will remain nameless) threatened to cut all overtime. He is taking it as he can, even if that means 4 or more days away from us.  In the freezing cold.  I will miss him, mostly at the boys' bath time when kookyness reigns and a second set of hands is more then helpful.  Sigh.

I could write about how DadOfAllTrades is upset that he will miss the local monster truck show.  No, he had not bought tickets.  No, the boys do not even know about it.  No, I do not want to take the boys.  But I probably will because it would bring smiles to their handsome faces AND the big-daddy of all monster trucks is supposed to be there.  Gravedigger himself, in the flesh.  Or should I say, in the sheet metal.  Or maybe fiberglass.  I don't know, but he is going to rev it up and I could never forgive myself if the boys miss this one.

I could write about how I am nervous that the dog will die when DadOfAllTrades is gone. Although he has been showing no signs of biting it, it would be just my luck to awake to a still Fido and have to figure all the details out when the man of the house is gone.  To say DadOfAllTrades would be devastated is an understatement.  I did see him give the loyal boy a super long pet this morning before he left for down south so I know he is thinking that also.  Sigh.

But I think I will write about my favorite quote from the Ice Day yesterday.

School was called on account of ice yesterday, so we had a rare and lovely chance to do "nothing" or the 5 and 7 year old version of nothing.  LegoMaster finished one Lego build (of course) and started a second.  These are not new sets, mind you, just sets that are taken apart for various reasons and now NEED to be put back together.  Strangely enough, I find satisfaction when he puts the sets back together again also.  Huh-something to contemplate myself.

Anyway, Buzz begged to play in the basement playroom, so we did.  We strummed a very out-of-tune guitar and put together a racetrack that required 4-D cell batteries.  As my prayers were answered, I opened the cabinet where we keep batteries and found exactly 4-D cells awaiting my arrival.  Thank you Lord.  We then had to crash block towers that just happened to be built on the track for a while.  They played Clone Wars for some time, even kicking me out of the room when I happened to be putting away some laundry.  So I retreated to my craft room for some more organization.  We ate lunch.  We played wii.  We went to karate.  All in all eventful and fun with very little bickering.

So, as they were sitting knee to knee I heard this: [Oh, sitting knee to knee is what I make them do when they are nasty to each other with their words.  LegoMaster tends to focus on his victories and others' maladies so I had to do something or risk having a verbal bully in the house.]

LegoMaster: "STOP!  You are supposed to be looking at me!"
Buzz: "You're not the boss of me!"
LegoMaster: "Yes-I am your big brother."
Buzz: "You're not the boss of me!  God is!"

Ahh-something I said got through to him.