Like I said...there is a first time for EVERYTHING

....and hopefully a last, but in a house full of boys, I doubt it. At the end of a day of play outside, I rounded up Max and Jesse to bring them in for shower time. As I was showering them, I hear a boom on the window, however it sounded more like there was a crack to that boom. I look up and see that the bathroom window was cracked. So I stood up on the edge of the bathtub, hoping to see a neighbor child running away or something, but rather I see my own son Damien staring right back at me from outside with that look in his eyes like a "deer in headlights" or "oops I'm in trouble, sorry Mom." I finished up with Max and Jesse while Damien frantically ran inside apologizing over and over.

Here's the crime scene:



Pretty minor. I talked with him and I said, "Well, the window is broken, and it is going to have to be replaced." and he offered to pay for it from his mowing money. That was a good choice, and I didn't have to force him to do it. I think I handled it all pretty well. There are some parenting moments where I don't score very well, but I think this time I did.