Incredible Hulk

Living with boys is never boring. There is always some sort of chaos going on. If you have more than one boy, you know what I mean. The level of noise, fighting, things broken, smelliness, messiness, roughness, etc. just intensifies when more than one boy is around. All that to say, I really thought my house would be quiet this weekend given the fact that my two oldest were travelling to West Virginia with my parents. Sam isn't going which is totally fine. I've been conjuring up all of the fun things we could do as a family of three. We could go to King's Island and all stay together for once. We could go out to eat and not have it cost at least 45 dollars or more. Woo hoo!!! I could get all of the much needed errands done that I've been putting off b/c taking one kid is a piece of cake. My house house would stay clean for at least a few days b/c I am minus two little boys. OH! I could also take Sam to the store and find some neat one-on-one things for us to do together...educational, learning things. I figured without the other boys around, Sam would be a lot more willing to do things that weren't so "boyish". As soon as I dropped off Conner and Ben, I headed to the toy store. I explained to Sam what we were doing and how "we are going to buy something fun to play together". As my pictures above describe in great detail, my toy store trip didn't quite end up how I had envisioned. While cruising through the games and "educational" stuff which didn't peak my child's interest whatsoever, Sam spotted the Spider Man/Incredible Hulk aisle. I did what any mother would do to avoid a meltdown and let him walk over "just to look". My child has many Spider Man/ Hulk toys... bath toys, outside toys, pool toys and floaties, cups/plates, balls, Wii games, spider-man t-shirts, swim trunks, and Hulk shorts, costumes(black and red spider-man), etc. So when he starts saying in a high-pitched voice that he wants the gigantic green hulk hands(which are labeled for ages 3 and up, mind you) and starts punching with them in mid-air, I said, "Sam, you have all kinds of toys like this. Let's go get something for you and mommy to do that is much more fun than big, green Hulk hands. Don't you want to get a really neat coloring book or something we could paint?" To my statements he says, "No mommy. I want to buy deese so I can westle wit daddy and gowl weally loud." I am sure the rest of the story goes without saying. I said no again. He pitches a fit. I buy the gigantic green Hulk hands that say things like, "HULK, CRASH!", ROOAARRRR!", "HULK, SMASH!", and "YOU'RE MAKING ME ANGRY, YOU WON'T LIKE ME WHEN I'M ANGRY!"
There's Sam and his daddy "westling". So much for less chaos.