I know that growing up with 3 brothers will prove to be difficult for Ruby, but not quite yet.
The boys have started up little league for the year, and with it comes all the gear. Baseball pants, bat, gloves, cap, balls, and oh yea, THE CUP. How they love that cup. They love putting on their little jock straps and then knocking on the cup with their knuckles. “Look Mom! (knock, knock) My weiner won’t hurt if i get hit here (knock, knock).
I am not sure when that difficult moment will come for Ruby, but when I see her walking through the family room with a freshly used cup held up to her ear while pretending it’s a phone and saying “HI!”, I have to laugh. Of course, I quickly scold whichever boy took his cup off after baseball practice and carelessly threw it on the family room floor before dinner. . . and the beauty of the situation is that I know exactly who did it. . . each boy has his own cup with its OWN color. That way, when I find THE CUP on my counter, in my purse or in Ruby’s ear, I know which kid to yell at. Tonight it was Tommy and of course, he tried to deny it but when he realized that she was holding the red one, Game over.
Poor sweet little Ruby had no idea that she had her brothers sweaty cup up to her face, but we all had a good laugh. Even Tommy.