IT'S MY MOUTH, ISN'T IT?

Hey people, forgive me for going AWOL last week. It was a busy week and I needed a quick blogging break, as such I didn't put up any new posts. I apologize for depriving you of your 'Easier' fix, lol! The kids have been up to their usual shenanigans, so, lets get right into one episode, shall we? =)

Well, as you all know, spelling is a big deal in this house and everyday, the kids get a word of the day. So, when the National Spelling Bee was on television, we all sat down to cheer on all the young boys and girls who were competing to win the competition.

The kids enjoyed watching the competition, at least the 30 minutes they got to see (bed time was right around the corner, alas). And when it was time to go to bed, they decided to stall by giving me loads of kisses. I like getting hugs and kisses, so I was basking in the love and attention. Then Husband called them upstairs with his serious "Daddy is not joking"-voice and TE, and TK jumped up the stairs. Bomboy is a hard guy, so even the threat of a spanking by his father was far from his mind and he decided that he was not only not going upstairs, he was going to give me a kiss on my mouth.

Now, like I said, I like kisses, but I pick and choose who gets to kiss me on my lips, lol! The boy's mouth was dirty from eating mangoes and grapefruits, so I cannot lie, my appetite for a kiss on the mouth from him was rather low, lol! Plus, he recently was fixated by a Sports illustrated cover and kept rubbing his hand over the picture of the bikini-clad cover model. One son that loves women too much is enough for me. To say I am concerned is an understatement. hahaha. Anyway, Bomboy obviously felt that he had a right to give me a sloppily wet kiss on my mouth and so the battle was on.

Oh my goodness! I wriggled and shifted my body in an effort to escape, for where? All that oatmeal, yam, plantain, goat meat and pasta and sausage has made the child super strong. I was laughing so hard I couldn't even breathe. I eventually got off the sofa and onto the floor, but the guy had my shirt in a death grip!!!! It was Husband who came back downstairs to find his missing child that managed to save me from that hulkalicious boy! And of course, he has been teasing me ever since for being "tackled" by a 2 year old. *rolls eyes*

Can you imagine? This is what I get for being gentle with that child. I didn't want to move too drastically because I didn't want him to fall off the sofa or hurt himself some other way. Now, instead of being seen as a conscientious mother, I am being accused of being a 'short' weakling. And no, I am not short, its just that Husband claims I will be the shortest in the house in no time. The way these children are eating and growing, he is definitely right. Besides, we can't forget the fact that I use my 'koboko' only because spanking with my hand hurts. hahahaha. My 'Naija momsy' reputation is suffering, right now.

But, none of that really matters, does it? At the end of the day, it is my mouth and I get to chose who gets to kiss it, right? Bomboy believes that he owns me for some reason and I am going to have to work on that because I don't want any wahala.

Come on back on Friday for a new TTTEC installment and remember if you have an issue you would like the Easier Crew to tackle for you, feel free to send me a message at kontactr.com/solomonsydelle. No matter how big or small, we all work hard to suggest practical remedies to your issues.

Okay, off to continue my blog hopping...