it’s times like this that i am AMAZED that i still have four children…
i’m cleaning in the piano room, the boys are in the family room,
*on the opposite side of the house*
supposedly doing their homework…
i hear that sound
the sound of disaster
the sound of glass shattering
no, not shattering
exploding
so i clamly walk into the eating area which is covered
*10 ft x 10 ft area*
in broken glass
what just happened?!??!
silence
what broke?!?!
christopher threw a big round light bulb, but i told him to…
really?
really?!?
what made you think that that was a good idea??!?
what did you think would happen??
SILENCE…
zachary could have been hurt!
*he was sitting in the opposite corner of the eating area*
no, i threw it all the way over there away from him.
*hmmmmm*
what does a mom do with that??
eta: you take away computer, tv and video games ufn!
snapshots: life with boys 
yeah, wow, that is a moment that jerry looks really wide-eyed and says:
what makes them think this is okay?
i tend to say:
you are lucky i am your mom.
tho maybe not sometimes.
i know your boys are blessed to have you!
OH. MY. Did we do stuff like that when we were younger?!
yeah, see, i don’t think so, i mean, i know i didn’t and i don’t really remember things like that going on – but maybe my brothers or my parents would have different recollections??
I can’t say I recollect anything of that nature. Is it a societal difference? (Is societal a word?) Is destruction so much a part of what is shown by the media that it becomes the norm?