The Aldermen got back into Town today and will get to stay here until Christmas Day. They even got to open a couple of presents early!

Since there is lots and lots of pavement all around the state we live in, there is plenty of space to ride around on the little kick scooters. Prior to now, they had only one and that particular piece of Town Property had started many heated debates between the two Aldermen over which of the two Precincts the one scooter belonged in. It was also getting lots of usage and very close to scooting for its last time.

So Santa made an early delivery of two brand new Razor Kick Scooters. (I know I told you that neither of the Aldermen believes in Santa anymore but Gilbert still does… the Aldermen have agreed to play along for his sake.) Gman, being the I’m-really-sensitive-but-too-cool-to-show-it kind of Alderman that he is has already decided which little scooter-less Alderman in another city here he is going to give the old one to.

Now I have made a mistake or two during my term as Mayor, but giving two Aldermen brand new kick scooters on a very rainy day when they cannot immediately go outside to try them out has to be in the Top Ten! ZwebbyVille has exactly 100 square feet of tile in the kitchen and small little dining area. No less than eleventy-seven times tonight did I have to explain that the scooters are not to be used within the city limits.

I can only pray that the good Lord sees fit to bestow some nice weather on us tomorrow…

Otherwise, tomorrow Doc has invited us over for a Holiday Dinner and Free Therapy Session. He does this every year as his way of giving back to the community.

Harry is a little mad at me right now. The Aldermen have decided that getting your hair cut isn’t really cool so it has been MONTHS since they have been to see him. Since there are only six of us in town and one of those is Harry himself and another one is imaginary, the Aldermen’s barbershop boycott is really cutting into Harry’s business and he seems to blame me for some reason.

I suppose some Mayor’s would demand that their Aldermen follow whatever the Mayor said about how they keep their hair. I guess I see it as their way of feeling like they are in control of something about themselves. They are getting told constantly what to do when they are in Aldermen Training. They don’t really have a whole lot of say so about Town Politics although they do have some input. So, all in all, the whole hair issue is ok with me. Even though I do drop hints whenever I get the chance. “Is it your plan to have hair longer than your girlfriends or have you not thought about that?” and “You know that hat would fit better if your hair was shorter, right?” or, the ever so subtle, “Would you puhleeeze get a haircut?” But, for now, I am considering it an exercise in seeing how well I will respond when they are making all their own decisions…

My next trip starts the day after Christmas so these next few days will be the only time I get to see the Aldermen during their break. With that in mind, I will probably not be spending a lot of time on ZwebbyVille the rest of the week so if you don’t hear from me it’s probably just because the Town Council is enjoying ourselves just way too much.

So if you don’t hear from me before… All of us in ZwebbyVille hope your Holidays are awesome!!

 

I just got back into Town from watching the 5^th grade Christmas Concert.

If you have ever attended one of these glorious events then you know what I just went through… Ten 5^th graders singing and doing the movements and having a grand ole time… and ninety more who look like they would rather be in their bedroom doing long division homework on the nicest day of summer when their favorite celebrity is down at the park giving away free iPod’s with every autograph…

Cman falls into the second category. He did make every hand gesture and lip synched every word like the good Little Trooper that he is though.

Now the Politically Correct Parent would never openly admit that they do not enjoy these events. And while I was proud as a peacock to see my little guy up there performing... I do not enjoy these events. The children are usually there because they have to be which means that the Parents are there for the same reason. I have no problems with people who like these concerts… it’s just that I don’t… maybe because the Boys never have been too excited to be in them.

(I guess the Adult version of this would be the Company Christmas Party. When you attend yours this year, look around at a few of the faces and I’ll bet you one of Gilbert’s Grape Slushi’s that you will see the very same forlorn looks as you see at your kids’ Christmas Concert.)

These things can be pretty comical though… if you know what to look for. I always try to find the Teachers Pet (usually the one working the sound system); and the Jocks; and there is always at least one kid who just doesn’t quite have the necessary amount of rhythm required to do the double clap every 8 beats; and then there is the one whose grandmother tells them every day what a good singer they are and they figure this is their chance to shine so they are singing at least 20 decibels higher than the rest of the class… unfortunately, Grandma is tone deaf…

Gman, who was sitting next to me on the bleachers that were specifically designed to give back pain to people over the height of 4’7”, has yet to learn that in a crowd of people you don’t make comments about anyone because that kids’ parents are sure to be sitting directly in front of you. So I had to hush him a couple of times when he tried to point out some of the more humorous things going on. We did giggle a little though. And a couple of those giggles were even aimed at Cman, who has perfected the onstage eye-roll…

The school has redecorated the gym since I attended the last event there. They now have one whole wall painted with the school logo. Let’s just say their mascot is the Lions for the purposes of this blog. Below the great big school logo is the words “FUTURE LIONS”… This struck me as odd… I can see “Little Lions” or “Lion Cubs” or something like that but not “Future Lions”… That would mean at some point they turn into Lions. Is there a specific day that happens like a “Lion Christening Day”? Is there a ceremony? And, if so, is it a secret one held way out in the country around a fire with secret Lion Chants and Lion Handshakes? Well… I guess that would be silly… Lions don’t shake hands… but you get the picture…

All in all, even though I am having a little fun with it, it was one of the better concerts I have been to.

But that may have been because it only lasted about 30 minutes...

 

I came across this in the news today:

SAN DIEGO, California (AP) -- A killer whale that dragged a trainer underwater during a show at SeaWorld Adventure Park, breaking his foot, may be allowed to perform again, park officials said Thursday.

"Animals who have been involved in incidents like this in the past have been allowed to continue performing," SeaWorld San Diego spokesman Dave Koontz said.

Park trainers were examining the whale, a female orca named Kasatka, and trying to determine what made her grab her trainer, Ken Peters.

This is as far as I got in the story before I had to stop.

I am not in any way a marine biologist or some sort of animal trainer. And I hope the trainer gets better real quick.

But I don’t think they need to look too much further as to why the killer whale grabbed her trainer. I would think the fact that they call this a KILLER whale would be reason enough!

Now if they had been training a Vandal Whale to jump through a hula hoop and the trainer got hurt they may need to do some investigation as to why a whale who usually just spray painted his tank with gang symbols suddenly turned really violent.

Or, perhaps, if during one of their shows one of the Hoodlum Whales went berserk and ate a couple of babies out of the audience then they may need to rethink their entire program and just start using Chess Club Whales.

But, in this case, I would think that Mr. Peters ought to be pleased that he got out of this close shave with just a broken foot. It was, after all, a KILLER Whale!!

In local news…

The weatherman got it half right. The winter storm we got was bad enough that the Aldermen got to stay home with me all day but, unfortunately, it was all ice and no snow. So there were no snowball fights or building of snowmen.

We have a second chance though. There’s another storm right behind it and classes have already been canceled for Friday.

The Aldermen have a serious case of Cabin Fever too. We had a blast even though we spent most of the day trying to find things to do around town.

Alderman #1, Gman, has recently noticed a shading starting to occur on his upper lip and his cheeks. I find it hard to believe he is old enough to have to worry about this already but I thought today would be a good day to teach him how to shave. He did pretty well too… no cuts…

As I stood there and watched him I realized it was just one more mile marker on his journey from little boy to manhood. With each swipe of the razor it seemed he got a little older. It was bittersweet for sure…

 Not 20 minutes later, however, he and Alderman #2 were wrestling and arguing over which one of them had farted…

You can teach a Killer Whale how to perform for an audience but it’s still a Killer Whale. I can teach my little boy how to shave but he’s still my little boy…

 

“This is probably the biggest discovery of all time,” Exclaimed Dr. Kutchebrak, Lead researcher for the World Professorship of Experimental Physics.

 

This group formed in 1964 is dedicated to finding alternative ways to keep up with the ever-increasing energy needs of this planet. They have tried everything from wind to water to cow dung. While there are many sources that have been discovered, none have proven to be the long-term fix that will replace the fossil fuels and other less desirable means currently being used.

 

“As technology increases exponentially, our energy usage has increased as well,” reported Kutchebrak, “Everyday new things are being invented that require power and more power. This is why this discovery will ultimately prove to be the one we have been searching for so long!”

 

The initial signs of this discovery occurred Friday at around 3:30 PM US Central Time in the Southwest corner of Missouri. By Midnight Friday, the discovery had been confirmed.

 

As with most great and important discoveries, this one happened quite by accident. It seems the Mayor of the small town of ZwebbyVille mistakenly mixed the ingredients that caused this source of energy to be found.

 

During a press conference on the Town Hall steps, the Mayor explained, “It all started with my two Aldermen, Gman & Cman. We combined them with an Alderman from a nearby town (Eman). Then I fed them sugared-up snacks and plenty of soda pop. From that point on, it was sort of a perpetual type thing. The more wound up they got, the more they seemed to feed off each other.”

 

When asked how he felt to be the person to discover this power source, the Mayor answered sheepishly, “Most people would know what a powerful combination three boys, soda pop and sugar can make and try to avoid it altogether. I have played with this combination on many occasions previously but the catalyst tonight seemed to be the addition of Eman to the mix. Once that third Alderman was included, the energy level was dramatically increased.”

 

Dr. Kutchebrak did say that further testing would be required to verify the actual energy levels achieved by this combination. He also was quick to warn the general public that this is not something that the untrained should try at home. “With levels reaching the kinds of numbers we saw this evening, only the most competent physicists should even think about playing around with this. I am completely surprised that the Mayor lived through this evening.”

 

He also expressed some concern over rumors that the Mayor may be forced to conduct some daytime experiments with Gman, Cman & Eman starting bright and early Saturday morning…

You would think that being Mayor of this here Town would mean that I would get some special treatment around here.

 

Sure… all the Townsfolk say ‘Hi’ as I stroll down the street. But, somehow the two Aldermen, Gman & Cman, have taken over the spotlight from me and everyone always pitches in with excitement when they come back into Town.

 

The entire Town Crew pitched in today to spruce up the whole city since it has seen very little activity for three weeks. Every street got a thorough cleaning and I even jumped in to help rearrange Main Street.

 

ZwebbyVille is a pretty small little Town and the way we had arranged Main Street was… well, let’s just say the Town Planners hadn’t put a lot of thought into it. So, today we re-did the whole thing and now it at least feels like Main Street is much bigger. Lots more room for the Aldermen to sit in front of the TV during hotly debated Town Hall meetings while discussing the PS2 Referendum.

 

Alderman Gman is the celebrity of the week since his 13^th birthday is coming up at the end of the week. You would think the boy would want something special for this milestone birthday. But being the simple, down-to-earth Alderman that he is, all he requested is for another Alderman from his Alderman Training Course to spend the night with him Friday night. Which, of course, means yet another person in ZwebbyVille making it even more crowded. But all of us are looking forward to it and are making plans for it to be a blast of an evening.

 

Gman also grew a bunch while I was gone. I remember how, as a young Alderman myself, I would all of the sudden realize I had grown a little and how it made me feel. I can see a new sort of confidence in Gman. Maybe even a little swagger in his walk and a certain way of treating Cman with a bit more ‘little brother’ attitude. I am sure there will be a few problems that arise out of this new Gman, but I really enjoy seeing the ‘man’ part of Gman starting to emerge.

 

Alderman Cman, on the other hand, didn’t change much over the three weeks. He is still a little jock whose sports knowledge outweighs his years so much that I just shake my head sometimes. During the PS2 Referendum discussion, he made me laugh when his vehicle knocked Gman’s vehicle out of contention. Gman obviously complained about it and Cman’s answer was “Rubbin’ is racin’, Buddy!”

 

Their mother and I attended an “Art Show” with the two of them at Cman’s school this evening. As we were walking in Cman turned to me and said, “You know Art isn’t my best subject, right?” While I am sure he gave it his best, his portrait of the School’s Principal was… well… let’s just say that when I saw it I was glad for two things; One is that he was blessed with a talent for Sports; and, Two, that he wasn’t suspended when the Principal saw it. (Honestly it wasn’t any worse than most of the ‘Art’ we got to behold this evening)

 

As I watched the two of them play this evening, I realized just how much joy they bring me. And just how much I had missed them…

 

Thank God… The Boys are back in Town…

This week is Gman’s and Cman’s Spring break. They are out of school the entire week. Unfortunately, I am out of Town so we won’t have any Town Meetings during their time off. But, through the phone, they have been keeping me up to date on their Spring Break activities…

 

Late this afternoon, my cell phone rang with the special ring tone that lets me know it’s the Boys calling. I always answer when I hear that ring tone no matter what is happening!

 

Cman’s on the other end of the line.

 

“Hey Dad!”

 

“Hey, Big guy! How’s your day going?”

 

“Good! Did you hear about…” We spend the next ten minutes talking about all the trades that have happened around the Major Leagues. Cman has a business mind for baseball! If he doesn’t make the big leagues as a player, he will be an awesome Manager!

 

Just when I start to think about how much my two little guys have grown into men much too fast, I ask him what Gman has been doing all day. Cman laughs really hard and says, “We’ve been playing Rubber Man!”

 

“Rubber Man?” I asked, a little puzzled and, perhaps, even concerned.

 

With a chuckle, Cman says, “Yeah! It’s a game I made up!”

 

“How’s it work?”

 

“Well… one of us pretends our body is made of rubber and we have no bones and the other one has to mold them into whatever we want to…”

 

A sudden memory flashes through my head, “Have I ever told you about Stretch Armstrong?” I ask him.

 

“Stretch Armstrong?... No, who’s he?”

 

“He was a… uh… action figure I had when I was little that was made of rubber and you could mold him into all kinds of shapes and stuff”

 

“Yeah! That’s how Rubber Man works! It’s really fun and we laugh a lot at each other!”

 

I smile and think about the times I thought we screwed up and should have named these two Cain and Abel. They fight like they hate each other and you are sure they will move to opposite ends of the Earth as soon as they can. But then you think about the times you have accidentally overheard them laughing when they play and showing the kind of love for each other that only siblings can share. That’s when you know they would fight to the death for one another and you feel a warmth in your heart that only a parent can feel.

 

“So, you’re having fun?” I chuckle. His excitement over his little made up time-waster infecting me like a virus.

 

“Yeah, Dad! It’s a blast!”

 

“Good! Have Gman call me later, Ok?”

 

“Ok, Dad… I love you”

 

“I love you too, Big Guy!”

 

I hang up the phone and realize they are still just boys. I have a few more years before they are truly men… and I realize just how much I can’t wait till I hear that ring tone again…

Well, the boys are with me the rest of this week. We had a really fun night! Gman is writing another story. Cman is being CMan. But if you have more than one child, then you know what you do for one, you usually have to do for the other. Well, last month Gman (12) got the keys to the blog for his Santa Story. So Cman (10) demanded a turn at the wheel. As with Gman, Cman wrote this on his own with only a little help from Pops on structure but the content,  subject matter and story line is all Cman. Enjoy it... I sure did!

 

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My name is Cman I am Gmans brother. Sometimes being the little brother isn’t fun, but that’s better than being a little sister. But maybe if I was the little sister I wouldn’t have hand-me-downs, everything new. Think about it. Then again I would have to wear pony tails (ponytails??), just remember I am a boy. Well being a girl I would be popular. But then I would have a squeaky voice.

 

Well that’s not what I am here to talk about it. I am here to talk about a different topic. About if MLB (Major League Baseball) players should be allowed to wear their sponsors on their uniforms. I don’t mean like little ones on their sleeve, I mean big ones on their front and back, pants, socks and all that good stuff.

 

I think it would be not too good not too good at all. I think it wouldn’t be good because they would have no room for their team name or their number or their name. Can you imagine the pitcher looking for his signal when the catcher points to his chest protector and it says come to Jimmy’s Café. Another situation for the sponsors, the announcer says “Here comes Plumber Joes Albert Pujols with his Larry’s Lumber Yard bat and hitting, well at least trying to hit it, the Corky’s taxi service baseball”. See what I mean. 

 

I’m sure the sponsors would like it. Moula sweet sweet Moula is all they’re thinking.

 

That’s just my opinion. I want to know yours.

 

Then again if I was a little sister none of this would matter because I wouldn’t like baseball.

 

(dad says some girls like baseball, I don’t know any)

 

Author Cman

 

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Found the new song by INXS on Kim's Space, It's an awesome song! I left a comment on her site about how much The Three Amigos enjoyed this song...

Male Pattern Baldness, Heart problems, Cancer, having twins. These are all things that I have heard skip a generation. Until last night, I wasn’t aware that the ability to take a round object and lob it into a hoop did too.

 

My Youngest, Cman, had his first-ever live basketball scrimmage game last night. It wasn’t an actual game yet, just another team in his league that they played a mock game with, but still timed and pretty close to actual game situations. In case you’re new to ZwebbyVille, Cman is my 10 year old little jock/brain that gets more and more amazing to me every time he attempts something new.

 

Now, I will be the first to tell you that, as a proud papa, it would be easy to start bragging about how he learned everything he knows about sports from his old man. But, his old man is one of those guys who can sit on the couch, watch a game and see every mistake made and know he could have coached that team to a victory if they would have just listened to him. His old man is also the same guy who, when he has a basketball in his hands, actually becomes dangerous. That is not just a saying… I become dangerous. Don’t get anywhere close because when I shoot baskets, the ball is more likely to bounce off the corner of the backboard and give you a shiner worthy of the latest Heavyweight Championship bout, than it is to coming anywhere close to the rim of the hoop. I have been asked to quit shooting baskets with him because he gets tired of chasing the ball when it deflects into the next county from one of my errant attempts.

 

BUT… my old man, Cman’s grandfather, was a Junior when his high school team got beat in the State Championship by a last second buzzer beater with my father the starting point guard. Hence the ability skipping the generation.

 

So that you don’t think I am just being a bragging father, I will let the numbers do the talking… Cman not only scored the very first points in his very first game on a team that has been playing together for three years (this is his first year of basketball) but went on to be the leading scorer of the whole game with 24 points! I wasn’t able to make the game because of work, but his Mother told me that he was Grace personified on the court. And, not just physically but mentally as well. You know those athletes who just seem to “get it” when it comes to talent. He just has that natural ability at any sport that he tries. It’s pretty incredible.

 

Ok… I had better stop or you all will get sick of hearing about Cman and his talents… Hard to do when I’m as proud as can be though…

 

I wonder what kind of house he’ll buy me when he gets his first contract…

Christmas is my favorite time of year. I love the cold air, nice presents and the I’m-taking-that-back-as-soon-as-the-store-opens presents. Also Santa, some people may believe in him. I don’t, I used to though, I … well… kind of grew out of it. My brother and a lot of other people still believe. That’s ok, most kids do. It’s really hard not to tell him. He’ll grow up eventually.

 

When I hear people say, “Oh Santa’s a fake,” I really agree to it. Sometimes it gets old and tiring. I think he is not real because of logical reasons: like, how does one man make it around the world so fast? I say it’s impossible. It could happen, but I doubt it. Maybe he does maybe he doesn’t. Also, how does he fit down the chimney? I mean, come on some people don’t even have chimneys. And one more thing, everyone says that before Santa goes his elves make our presents and he makes a list, checks it twice and then kisses Mrs. Clause goodbye. I don’t get it but you can’t stop a kid’s imagination.

 

Christmas is a time for family and mostly religion. I bet if you ask one million people what Christmas is about, off the top of there head they would say Santa. I like Santa but some people take it over the edge. Sometimes I wonder when the old lady in front of us rams into our cart and zooms on bye. The worst part is when the kid sitting in the front is screaming, “Faster, faster I wana’ see Santa.” I mean how could one man get so popular? Maybe it’s his jolly laugh that catches a kid’s attention. When I was little it was the hat and the beard that made me laugh. When I found out it was mommy and daddy that was a kick in the face. Its still fun to watch the sea of people crowd into the mall, us in the middle, being the lobster in the tank at the seafood restaurant.

 

My favorite thing to do is write stories and to be honest this is a good topic. Most of the time we have to write something boring. Anything that has a two sided debate over it is a good topic. I think that Santa will become less popular as years progress. I don’t think Santa will go “extinct” in our time. Many people won’t for get him. Most of our kids will grow up and believe in him. That’s kind of bad because it’s going to be us who have to tell them. Oh well they will get over it. With all the technology in there time they will be a sponge soaking up water. I think Santa will live way past our time.

 

So most people or kids still believe in him. They will then there kids will, that’s life. Most people grow out of it and then get jobs. Any person can believe in Santa just, sometimes people don’t. everyone doesn’t have to stop believing. My advice to you is that it doesn’t matter if you believe or don’t believe it’s a free country but be careful at those malls and don’t get hit by someone’s granny.

I am finally back in Missouri! Home Sweet Apartment!

 

Knowing my son was getting out of his first Formal Dance at about 9 PM, I again broke a few land speed records (I light a candle in your name, oh Mr. FuzzBuster Inventor) so that I could get here in time to see him when the dance was done. If you are thinking Formal Dance, you have to understand that apparently, in 7^th Grade, Formal only applies to the females. They were all dressed up like the little princesses they still think they could be some day and the boys were all dressed up in their nicest pair of jeans and their “church shirt”. The humorous part was some parents had actually hired limos to take their 7^th grader to a two hour dance. Not one pretentious, over-rich parent. MANY of them! I ask you, is that really necessary? There was actually a Hummer Limousine full of 12 and 13 year olds pull up to the Middle School. What will they do for their Senior Prom? Fly in on a Helicopter that would make Trump jealous?

 

I got to thinking, as I lay here waiting for the Wings the Red Bull gave me while driving to fold themselves away, about my first few school dances. Remember the nervous, almost stomach-curdling excitement that would begin a day or two before the dance and culminate into a frenzy of pre-pubescent hormones that made you say silly things and do even sillier ones? I remember once the girl I had the hugest of huge crushes on coming over and asking me to dance. In my mind, the music stopped and every head turned to look straight at me. Especially the seven or eight friends I was standing with. Just like in the movies, I can still hear myself answer her in that slow, low monster-sounding voice, “No way would I ever dance with you!” Then the music starts again and all my friends laugh and elbow me like I had just said the funniest thing in the world. As she walked away, the saner part of my mind was trying to scream out, “Come back! I don’t know why he said that! He is completely crazy!! Don’t walk away!!” I was devastated…

 

But, as 12 year olds often do, I grew up. By the ripe old age of 15, I knew how to handle the ladies! The sophomore Homecoming Dance was an event! One in which, unfortunately, found me between girlfriends. So I went with my friends (most of them from the same group as before, come to think of it). This time though, I was doing the asking and keeping my mouth shut except to ask. Again, the current object of my desire was the target. When I asked her, she amazingly said yes. So we were dancing, slow of course. Only the goofballs would fast dance. We danced the ever-so-popular eighth-turn style of slow dance. On one particular turn, I saw one of my buddies giving me the “pinch her bottom” signal. Knowing this would make them all laugh uproariously; I waited for the other seven turns until they could get a full view so there would be no mistake. I proceeded to comply with my third base coaches signs. You can imagine what happened next. A slap in the face so hard that it stung when I saw her at my 20^th Reunion. As she walked away, the saner part of my mind was trying to scream out, “Come back! I don’t know why he did that! He is completely crazy!! Don’t walk away!!” I was devastated…

 

Now to think my oldest son and my first-born could be experiencing some of these same things… Part of me wants to give him a card to hand to girls when they approach him saying something like, “This is a 12 year old boy. He is not responsible for any stupid words and/or actions that may occur during encounters with the opposite sex. Please forgive him.” But another part of me knows that it’s all part of this crazy game we call life.

 

Besides, he’ll grow up… 12 year olds often do.

TIme to introduce my boys...

 

THe oldest G-man, I'll call him, is a pretty cool kid! He has always been a kid who entertains himself. Since he could sit up on his own, he has been able to find something to keep him busy without a whole lot of interaction from anyone else. He is a Lego-Building Engineer and future US Army grunt. His mother is worried about him wanting to be a soldier so badly, but I was military and I think it would be good for him. It's strange because I have talked to him about going to college and going in as an officer but he doesn't want that. Of course he is only 12 right now, so a lot of things will change in 6 years but right now he seems pretty determined. G-man goes out of his way to not like the things that everyone else likes. He once made the comment that he would hate to be rich because he wouldn't want people to assume he was stuck up. Sometimes I don't understand him, but I always love him and think it will be fun to watch how things evolve with him over time.

 

The youngest, C-man, is 10. He is the ultimate jock/brain that the Nerds fought with all the time on Revenge of the Nerds. You know the type... He will start first string in any sport he attempts, gets straight A's without ever having homework, all the girls want him to like them... The kind that always ticked me off when I was in school. His sense of humor is awesome and he is always cracking me up. You would think he would be a little conceited, but, so far, he isn't and his mom and I are trying real hard to make sure he doesn't get that way. His dream is to play Major League Baseball and, even though I am his Dad, I think he might just have a chance.

 

When they are together they fight a lot, but it's fun to watch them protect each other when they are with other kids. When they stay at my house we tend to spend the whole time playing computer games and taking them out to the basketball hoops. They are at the age where they can't sit still for more than two minutes.

 

Ok, that's my Boys. I know this one was kind of boring but I wanted to introduce them.