Please get off your brother's head

So yea, I have boys. That pretty much sums it up, but in case you don't also have boys please allow me to elaborate...

So earlier today while I'm sitting at the computer editing photos and feeding my facebook addiction, Johnny and Dean are tearing through the house with the Murdock our jindo puppy (6 months). It goes something like this:

Me: "Johnny. Dean. Stop running in the house, you're going to slip and hurt yourselves."
Boys: <Continue Running>
Me: "You better not come crying to me when you slip and bust your head."

2 seconds later...SMACK!
Johnny: "MOMMY!" (crying)
Me: "Yes Johnny?"
Johnny: "I hit my head on the wall."
Me: "Ummm yea, good job son. I told you to stop running or you were going to hurt yourself. I don't see any blood and it's not swollen so you're on your own. Go play."

2 seconds later...
Sounds of children laughing hysterically while jumping on the bed.

And that's just a typical weekday afternoon.

If I didn't know any better I would completely subscribe to the idea that the true father of my children is Evil Kenevil. Johnny broke his foot when he was only 3, Dean has had to go to the ER because he stuck a peanut up his nose...not to mention the countless concussions, cuts, bruises, goose eggs...oh yea, and Dean's chipped tooth (don't ask)...all I have to say is good thing I'll be finishing my nursing degree soon cause I'm gonna need it. Lets not even get into how often my husband hurts himself, that's a whole other posting on its own.

Because of all this I've become one of "those" parents. You know what I'm talking about: you see them walking through the grocery store and their 3 year old trips and smacks his forehead on the tile and the only thing the parent does is continue reading the label for the cereal box they're holding while telling the child to "get up, you've done worse."

*I just said the words "Johnny, put the chair down." Let me add that to the list of "things I never thought would come out of my mouth." But I digress.

Yes, if you have boys you can probably relate and may in fact also be one of "those" parents that everyone else thinks in an insensitive jerk that doesn't care that their child just fell off the jungle gym and is now crying with a cut on their elbow. In reality, it's not that I don't care cause it's my kid and of course I care, it's just that if I got all worked up every time they fell down, got a cut, stubbed a toe, etc. I would never do anything else with my life! And if you don't believe me you are more than welcome to babysit them for a few hours while I go for a run and then go chill at Starbucks.