Crazy Day

5 crazy kids.
5 Running, crazy kids.
5 Screaming, running, crazy kids.

Today there was no school. It was veterans day.

I think I now qualify as being a veteran of war.

The "He's looking at me/She's smiling at me/He is farting at me, on purpose/She picked her nose and looked at the booger and said it looked like meeeeee" war.

It was a fairly short battle in the general scheme of things. I think it was the 10 hour war of words.

Don't get me wrong, they were not extraordinarily bad or anything. It was just a constant stream of "He/She/He/She done me wrong".
It could have been a country song.

In the last half hour I have been witness to the most prolonged on purpose I am not really mad, but feel like throwing a right fit, fit. Some of the funniest parts would have to be when this was said
"I am going to ruin the entire town!!" Growl. Snarl. Growl.
To which I replied, quite witty, I must say,
"Honey, not even the republicans could ruin this town. I don't think you will be able to do what they have actively tried to do for the past 5 years, considering you are 6, and not a lying, thieving, politician."
More snarling and growling ensued!

I have to try so hard not to laugh out loud, for fear that she may actually try to really turn into this snarling beast she is impersonating.

God kids are great. No really. I mean it. Not kidding.