I wanted my two sons to say how sorry their behavior has been for treating their father over the weekend. "It was a joke," Mark would say to me. We were in the kitchen the next morning. Dad was at the table, holding onto an ice pack on his head, where he hit his noggin on my feet, from falling. After getting scared by our two monster kids. "We didn't mean anything by it," he continued, trying to smirk at me, looking at his brother.
"Be as it may be," I said, scolding my sons, "do you want to go trick-or-treating with your two best friends from middle school this year on Halloween? I want you two kids to apologize for causing your father to have a heart attack and pass out on us," I screamed, angrily at Mark and Valentino.
Trying to keep from laughing and keeping a straight face at us, Mark and Valentino just shrugged and turned to look at their wounded father at the kitchen table. "We're sorry, dad," Mark and Valentino both said. They turned to look down at the kitchen floor, feeling totally embarrassed again.
"You two kids know how easy I scare," Russell whined. His voice squeaked a little. "I could've had a heart attack and not wake up next time," he continued. Mark and Valentino weren't being serious from giving their father's attention. It was making Russell upset. He quickly sat the blue ice pack down on the table. Quickly scrambled to his feet. Rushed toward the two startled boys and pointed an accusing figure at them.
"Boys, if you don't be on your best behavior, I'm going to ground you for a whole week of no fun entertainment, whatsoever around here!" Russell yelled at us. "I'm going to shut down our internet connection for a week, if you don't behave for your mom and I's Halloween party with the neighbors next weekend. While we let you go trick-or-treating with your friends, we're going to throw a little party ourselves," Russell warned the two boys, seriously.
Mark and Valentino suddenly got upset, themselves. Turning to us, Mark and Valentino quickly changed their attitude. "We'll be good, all Halloween month long, mom and dad," Valentino told me and Russell, and of course, Mark.
"You better behave all the time!" Russell groaned in complaint. I wanted to warm up some chocolate pop tarts in the microwave and eat them for breakfast. Before getting the school bus ride, here to take our two boys to school.
I opened the top cabinet shelf and grabbed an open box of blueberry pop tarts out of the cabinet. I quickly closed the squeaky hinged doors. Grabbed a package of blueberry pop tarts out of it. And put them in the toaster over the bar. Waited for them to cook for a minute or two.
"Before the bus gets here children, I want you two kids to have a balanced breakfast," I told them, excitedly. Suddenly, the toaster oven popped. Making the warm, gooey blueberry pop tarts up out of the slots. Grabbing a paper plate out of the cabinet above the bar, I handed one plastic plate with a blueberry pop tart to Mark and Valentino. "Have a seat for you two," I said, cheerfully. "This will get your day going," I said, smiling at my kids.
Opening the white refrigerator, in the kitchen, I grabbed a jug of half-used milk. I poured a glass of cold milk to my two sons, also. They looked at each other and shrugged. "Thanks, mom. You're the best," they both said, giving me a sweet kiss on the cheeks.
They both sat down on either side of Russell at the kitchen table. I smirked, as I watched Russell try to snatch a piece of blueberry pop tart from Valentino's plate. He quickly slapped my husband's hand, making him jerk back and wince in pain. "Get your own breakfast, dad," Valentino said. Taking a long, thirst-quenching drink of milk from his glass at the table. The two kids laughed and started eating their breakfast as I watched them with anticipation.
It wasn't much longer until the yellow Sparkle Town school bus pulled into our driveway, waiting to take my two boys, Mark and Valentino to middle school. It was on time. My clock on the wall said seven-thirty a.m. School begins sharp at eight a.m. Taking one more bite from the warm, blueberry pop tarts, I watched as Mark and Valentino both washed it down with a glass of cold milk.
Setting their glasses down on the kitchen table, they grabbed their backpacks around their chairs. Hugged Russell lovingly, and myself. They each gave me a kiss on the cheek. Before I watched them hurriedly grab their jackets off the coat hanger next to the front door. I turned to watch them climb on the steps to the yellow school bus. The friendly school bus driver closed the double doors and pulled away from the driveway.
It wasn't until later I got a call in the afternoon from the principal Sparks, at Sparkle Middle School. I was not happy to get the call from him. Because our kids had just got suspended from the Halloween games next Friday at school. Because they kept scaring all the other kids with their Halloween monster masks again.
What am I going to do with my two boys? How can I gain their trust in keeping my kids from misbehaving? They're going to have to miss Halloween this year.