The boys are suddenly fascinated with plumbing of all types, or "tubes" as they call them. Every single drain, pipe, or manhole cover that they discover, we need to stop for a full explanation of its purpose, and a description of where the contents of the pipe eventually end up.
I found Noah in the bathroom twice today, intently studying the shower and tub drains like a scientist over a microscope full of Ebola. He wanted to know exactly where that shower drain ended up.
I took them to run errands today. At Paige's suggestion, we stopped by church while no one was there to practice being dropped off at Sunday school. Drop offs at Sunday school lately have been traumatic... for all of us. You know it is bad when you have to practice when no one is around to try to avoid a scene on Sunday. And bribe them with donut holes. Whatever works, I guess.
Anyways, you don't quite realize exactly how many pipes there are on a 100 yard walk until you go with these two. I think we discovered exactly 43 "tubes" between the car and the classroom door. Here they are peering down some random drain, all of 6 inches deep, wondering aloud if it goes all the way to the ocean (where all drains go, of course.)
We then made a trip to Lowes. Which is sort of like heaven for little boys obsessed with pipes. They spent a good 20 minutes tearing up and down the plumbing aisle, screeching in delight at each new pipe discovery.
"DAD! LOOK AT THESE SHINY TUBES OVER HERE!!!"
"LEVI, COME LOOK THROUGH THIS TUBE WITH ME!!!"
"NOAH, COME PUT THESE TUBES TOGETHER WITH ME!!!"
I found Noah in the bathroom twice today, intently studying the shower and tub drains like a scientist over a microscope full of Ebola. He wanted to know exactly where that shower drain ended up.
I took them to run errands today. At Paige's suggestion, we stopped by church while no one was there to practice being dropped off at Sunday school. Drop offs at Sunday school lately have been traumatic... for all of us. You know it is bad when you have to practice when no one is around to try to avoid a scene on Sunday. And bribe them with donut holes. Whatever works, I guess.
Anyways, you don't quite realize exactly how many pipes there are on a 100 yard walk until you go with these two. I think we discovered exactly 43 "tubes" between the car and the classroom door. Here they are peering down some random drain, all of 6 inches deep, wondering aloud if it goes all the way to the ocean (where all drains go, of course.)
We then made a trip to Lowes. Which is sort of like heaven for little boys obsessed with pipes. They spent a good 20 minutes tearing up and down the plumbing aisle, screeching in delight at each new pipe discovery.
"DAD! LOOK AT THESE SHINY TUBES OVER HERE!!!"
"LEVI, COME LOOK THROUGH THIS TUBE WITH ME!!!"
"NOAH, COME PUT THESE TUBES TOGETHER WITH ME!!!"
And for ironclad proof that Noah is apparently destined to become a plumber, he demonstrated that he has mastered the intricacies of the most essential plumber skill, the first one they teach you in plumber school... plumber's crack.
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So how did the drop-off go?
Much much better. The last several weeks, before Christmas actually, they have NOT wanted to go to church. Which is weird, because for a while they were doing really well. But we had devolved into full on screaming and crying fits when being dropped off.
So we practiced on Saturday and told them that only "big boys" would get a donut hole after church.
They walked right up to the door this morning, gave us a kiss, and ambled into Sunday school. Their teacher gave us a "Holy cow!" look. When we picked them up she said they did wonderfully and were very obedient (last week she told us they had "obedience issues.")
Needless to say, we will be practicing again next Saturday as well. It made church actual enjoyable!
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