|The Minnesota River behind my parent's house.|
It's been so unseasonably warm and no one dares to complain, because it's a week into October and it's unheard of to be able to wear shorts and flipflops this time of year in Minnesota.
But I have long held the belief that warm, humid weather brings out the worst in my boys' behavior. Every summer they are like little wrestling bear cubs, not aware at all that they are hurting each other until someone is crying. Then the violent lashing out begins, and each of them are angry, and neither seems to realize what brought this on.
I guess in some ways, they fight just like two ordinary 6 year olds would.
When fall starts and it's cooler and leaves fall off the trees, they calm down. Some.
So I'm ready for the days of sun and warmth to taper off, because they have been full of pinching, biting, pushing, and head butting.
And I'm tired of playing referee.