I think I may change the Tank's and the Destroyer's names to Tom and Jerry. Only problem is I haven't decided who's Tom and who's Jerry.
My middle son and my youngest have an on going rivalry that mimics that of the famous feline and mouse. Much like the cartoon, my two characters have developed a relationship that often involves mayhem and destruction. However, when need be, they can set aside their differences to achieve a common goal.
Recently, I took my troops shopping for party supplies for the General's birthday party. I needed bird seed for a party craft that I had planned. We were on a mission and before we set off into the store I strategically laid out my plan, to ensure that nothing would run amuck.
"We are going in to get bird seed only. You are not to wonder more than five steps away from me and you are not to pick up any toys that we may pass on the way to the outdoor center. Does everyone understand?" I commanded.
To which I received a general nod.
Off we went into the store.
We were off to a good start. We made is safely pass a display of kickballs and everything around us was still intact.
"This is awesome." I thought. I can see the garden center straight ahead. I told myself to keep my eye on the target and not to get too cocky and veer from the plan.
We made it safely to the garden center. And I spotted the bird seed straight away. But so did the Tank and the Destroyer (or I should say Tom & Jerry). Simultaneously they picked up the giant bag. And instantly a battle began over who was going to put the seed into the cart. Within 3 seconds flat an entire bag of birdseed was all over the middle of the isle.
Instantly I was consumed by panic. I screamed "I told you not to touch anything!"
The Tank was quick to retort, "You said not to touch any TOYS!"
I was infuriated and the purple hue that took over my face and the steam that seeped out my ears must have tipped Tom and Jerry off. Because, I've never seen my kids move so fast. The Tank and the Destroyer sped down the isle next to us and returned with a kitty litter scoop and small pail.
"You got to be kidding me?" I scolded. "What are we suppose to do with that?"
Unsure, the Tank uttered, "We can scoop up the birdseed with it?"
My tone of my voice was rising as fast as my temper at this point, I was about to explode, "It has holes in it! It's useless!"
At this point, I thought I was starting to hallucinate as a very kind gentleman walked our way waving what I thought was a white flag. (Turned out he was trying to break the tension and was waving his white hankie.)
My knight in shining armor made light of our situation and told me that he would have someone come clean up the mess.
I apologized for my rogue brigade and the gentleman assured me that "they're boys, it's just a phase, and they'll grow out of it, you just wait and see."
Considering that Tom and Jerry had one of the longest-lived rivalries in American cinema, I think I'm in for a long wait.