I guess we might be doing something right. Once in a while.

We’re at the end of a very successful weekend at chez landis. The sibling relations flared into sniping a few times, but there was no serious squabbling. In fact, I think this is the first weekend in something like forever in which no child experienced the time-out.

Let me repeat that. Not. One. Time-out.

I realize that may seem trivial to some of you, but trust me, over here it’s cause to break out the Cristal.

In addition to the lack of fighting and general unpleasantness, my children surprised me in the following ways:

1. The Bee volunteered to help clean the bathroom.
2. The Potato volunteered to clean his own room (with help). {a side note–are all pre-schoolers the enemy of the book dust jacket, or is it just mine?}
3. Landisdad was sick yesterday, so I took the Potato grocery shopping, where he actually sat in the cart for the entire shopping trip. A boy who can’t sit still for twenty seconds–sitting still for over an hour.
4. The Bee spent over 11 hours reading. Her school is having a contest to see which class can read a total of 3,000 minutes in a month. She did at least 660 minutes (and is doing more as I write this) in two days. I think the second grade might be winning this pizza party.
5. Last night, with landisdad still ailing, I took the kids out to dinner. Where they sat next to each other in a booth. And did not argue or fight. And shared crayons. And bites of each other’s food. And ice cream.

Okay, who’s got the pod in their basement? And what have you done with my real children?

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