Whoa Mama

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Embracing our gaelic heritage

Sometimes as an attention-getting measure, I will call the boys Seamus, Angus and Fergus. It makes them stop what they are doing certainly because they have no idea who I am talking to. I typically save it to diffuse particularly volatile situations or to force levity on myself when I feel that I want to sell them.

Tonight I pulled it out just gave the dinner time clock.

Me: Seamus, Angus, Fergus. 15 minutes til dinner. (tapping Noah on the head) Fergus, in 10 minutes, you need to pick up your Tinker Toys.
Sam: Which one am I?
Me: Fergus.
Aidan (grinning from ear to ear): And that makes me Anus.


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