At bedtime tonight after repeated warnings to settle down, horseplay in the twerp’s room resulted in one of them falling off a lofted bed onto and up against an electrical outlet, shearing the lamps plug into two. Not only breaking the lamp, but causing a small burst of electricity and flames to zap the offender’s hiney. I’m proud of myself that my go-to response was to ask him if he was ok first, instead of bitching that they never listen to me and that the lamp he broke was a rare majestic fiberglass mid century ebay find. But super stoked that I was able to hold my laughter until I closed the door to my own room. I actually had to cover the howls coming out of my mouth with both hands. Christ, seeing him jump up and down with smoke coming off the back of his pajamas was priceless…Just like the effing lamp.
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