This has to be my favorite picture, don't ask me why...maybe it's Lily's crooked pig tails?

Today Luke went to pre-school, he loves it. When I picked him up I opened his back pack and examined his non-eaten lunch (as I always do) I tell you that kid is just like his Dad, he just doesn't care all that much about food. Lily and I on the other hand...we love food, maybe a little too much, but anyway. I gave Lily his un-eaten sandwich for her lunch and drove home.
When we pulled in to the driveway luke decided that he wanted to push the button to open the garage door and he also wanted to help me drive the car (you let the kid do something once and suddenly they want to be an under age driver everyday) I said no and I did the honors myself, I pull in shut the door and then the drama begins.
Luke is screaming
"No Mommy don't touch me, nooooo STOP IT I want to push the button" as I am trying to unbuckle him. Then Lily is screaming crying
"No Mommy not time for a sleepie I want to go to pre-school" (we go through this every week and every week I tell her that when she is 4 she can go...well that's just not good enough)
So Luke is screaming and Lily is bawling and I am wondering how things can change so rapidly in a mere 45 seconds.
Well then Lily decides that instead of being a problem she is going to be a mother
"uh oh Mom, Nuke's in big trouble huh Mom"
"Nuke we don't scream...tiiiime OUT"
"Nuke's in time out huh Mom."
me-"Lily don't worry about Luke"
Luke- "Stop it Mommmmmmmy"
(I can't win)
So I leave him in the van jumping up and down so fiercely that the van is rocking and I take Lily upstairs. Meanwhile she remembers that she is going to have a nap and the whining and begging resumes.
So I make her a little something to eat (the hand me down sandwich ended up on the floor of the van)
she is distracted cause like I said, the girl likes food.
Then Luke enters the picture again, this time he has the crazy look in his eyes and Lily's cute little red boot hits me in the back, then he leaves again
the next thing I see is his diego back pack flying past me, followed by a pair of socks. I turn around and look at him with all the furry I can muster and he screams on the top of his lungs and run's away.
This goes on for a few minutes (him screaming and me ignoring him)
I take Lily up and lay her down and come back to see Luke laying in the fetal position on the floor on the living room. I ask him if he wants an apple and he screams.
So I walk into the kitchen and cut up an apple and slyly put it on the floor of the living room, Kind of like you would with a dog or a cat (or a rabid animal that you don't want to bite you).
So I laid the bait and waited to see if the little demon would take it. When he thought I wasn't looking he slyly went over and started nibbling on the apple. I kid you not one minute later he comes up to me and says
"sorry mommy, come sit with me" And then we had a nice little 4 year old snuggle on the couch.
Moral of the story... Make sure your children are fed before you decide whether or not you are going to lock them in the cellar and throw away the key! It may be the hunger monster throwing shoes at you and not your oh so sweet (haha) 4 year old son