This week our two oldest kids are away at camp. You would think that this would have cut the amount of fighting and teasing in half, but instead, the other two have really bumped it up so that the noise level in the house is still pretty much the same as when CJ and Brielle are at home.
Yesterday morning, I heard Max screaming so loud that I thought he had lost a limb. He came running into the kitchen, sobbing so hard that I couldn't understand anything he said.
I finally got him calmed down enough to understand, in between the screaming and sobbing, that Aaron had done something to him.
"AARON....... HURT........HEAD! ......THREW THEM AT ME!!!
I looked all over his head, trying to see any visible marks, but couldn't find any. Max continued to cry.
Just then, Aaron walked in the room with a smirk on his face.
"What did you throw at him?" I demanded.
He burst out laughing and told me what he threw at Max. Are you ready for this? Do you want to know what he threw at him to make him so upset?
Imaginary bricks and bolders.
Yes, Max was crying because Aaron had pretended to throw invisible, imaginary bricks and boulders at him.