You've Got Some Skills Man!

Although the past couple of weeks have been a bit dull around here, tonight was definitely anything but.  It began at the dinner table, during a discussion of possible Halloween costumes.  When I asked what they wanted to be, Warren immediately said "Spiderman!"  And, of course Harper then said "Mommy, Spiderman!"  Because he was Spiderman last year, I tried to steer him to something else.  Maybe...the Smurfs???  Easy enough costume, right?  Except finding white shorts.  Warren could be Brainy or Sensitive Smurf and Harper could be Hungry Smurf.  Didn't quite go over as well as I had hoped.  However, it did open Warren's eyes to something other than just Spiderman.  He then, at least, said he wanted to be a superhero.  The conversation continued something like this:

Warren:  "Mommy, I know.  I can be Superhero Warren.  And then I can get Spiderman, Batman and Robin, and...hmmm....one more....well, it could be my wife, but she died."    

Me:  "Oh, she died?  I am so sorry.  You must be so sad."

Warren:  "Nope, I'm not.  I know, I could get Peter Pan."

After quickly grieving the loss of Superhero Warren's wife, we got into the bathtub.  It was time to get out after lots of sliding down the back wall and even more splashing water.  (A bit of necessary background...Warren loves to suck water into his mouth and spit it like a hose in Harper's face.  Harper doesn't love it quit so much, so I told Warren he needed to stop.)  So, as the water is draining, Warren tries to get one more shot in.  I yanked his arm, with a "Warren, out NOW!"  Warren looks at me with puppy dog eyes, which teared up very very quickly, gets out and says "But Mommy, you got angry at me."  And I replied, "Yes, Warren I did get angry at you, because I asked you to stop and you didn't."  And the clincher..."But Mommy, you broke my heart!"  UGH!

Next up...after catching my breath (talk about a broken heart) and calming him down, I decided I would sit in their room while they went to sleep.  (Since moving both of them into one room, we've found bedtime comes a bit sooner if one of us stay in there until they fall asleep.)  Normally, Chris stays in there with them.  However, after the breaking heart incident, I kinda felt guilty.  Little did I know how wound up they were.  And, because it was a bit later, we decided not to give them a "grown up vitamin"  (aka Melatonin, to help them settle down).  Big mistake!

After lots and lots of banter, Harper sits up in his bed and starts scratching the netting on his rail.  Warren then stands straight up and says "Harper, you've got some skillz man!  You've got some skillz!"