This is what we used to call a Mexican Standoff when I was a kid. Happens most mornings. See the pain in Tombo's eyes? He just wants a friend to play with. Lilli, however would have absolutely no problem with Tombo just upping and dying one day. Preferably in some painfully grotesque way.

Some days, just getting through the basics is a challenge. Kyle just doesn't want to do his seat work. He's bucking me at every turn. Now, sometimes I can let it go, free him up and figure that we'll attack it another day. But, he's been pushing it since last Thursday - he doesn't want to work - he wants to do his own thing.

Ah well, parenting isn't always easy. It's just kind of funny that he'll expend so much energy on trying to convince me to let him go when just a fraction of that energy could be used to complete the actual work - whether it's a chore like the litterbox or dusting or completing twenty bloody math problems. That would take him TWENTY.BLOODY.MINUTES.

Hmmm . . . kind of reminds me of a certain nineteen-year-old. But, I'd have to say I'd still rather be doing this than working in the law office. Yup, hands down.