Silly wabbits

If I have one overwhelming “issue” with Sam and Gabe these days, it’s the constant silliness. I can appreciate and enjoy it much of the time, but when we’re at the grocery store, or the library, or in a doctor’s examination room, it just gets to the point where I want to take them by the shoulders and beg, “Can’t you just please get in control of yourself?!”

And, of course, they can…sometimes. For limited time periods. And then the tension gets to them, or somebody says something they find humorous, or one of them farts, and all bets are off. It’s very much like living in the “I Love to Laugh” scene from Mary Poppins, all day long. Wherefore art thou, Buzz-Kill Mary?

Sam, I know, will find it within himself to muster a semblance of self-control for school, or at least within a few days of school starting. I really don’t have that sort of confidence for Gabe. I mean, he’s three years old, so of course he’ll have less ability to control himself than Sam at seven, but he’s far more wild than Sam was even at that age. There’s a mild concern in these parts that Eric and I will be getting “those notes” from his teacher, and that other parents will await hearing tales from their children each day about what “that ornery Gabe” did in class. He’s so bright, so quick, so outgoing and friendly, but…every bit of my own impatience is magnified tenfold in his little soul, with no filter for keeping it unexpressed. If anything, his “filter” is currently operating as a megaphone.

Sam starts school on Tuesday, and it may be my last year to photograph the triptych of “Waiting for bus, getting on bus, little brother in hysterics” sequence. Could be the finest, though, because this year, Gabe knows he’s going to school, but I don’t think he’s understanding me when I tell him that he won’t be riding the bus with Sam or that his preschool doesn’t start until the next week. When he sees that bus leave without him, I predict chaos…