Ah, morning brings the usual bickering between the boys over breakfast. It seems no matter how hard I try, I can't get them to eat at different times in order to avoid the bickering. I try putting #2 in the shower while serving #3 breakfast. Either #3 eats slower than molassas in the winter, or he chooses to have seconds or thirds, which places him at the table when #2 arrives to eat his breakfast.
It is as if #3 can't get started in the morning unless he has at least one good argument with his brother.
Aaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
Well, at least Hugh is looking good this morning. Maybe I will sink myself in his movies today.