There's never a dull moment in our house, especially when Malachi (10) and Solomon (6) are involved. These two are the definition of "all boy." Malachi, the thinker, has a brain that never stops engineering. He's always building something, and let me tell you, whatever he constructs will withstand the apocalypse. Common sense? Not so much. But if you need a bridge that won't fall, Malachi's your guy.
Then there's Solomon, the athletic one with a "what could go wrong?" attitude. He dives into everything headfirst—literally. Today, the two of them channeled their inner cowboys and played a game they like to call "bucking bronco." Naturally, Malachi was the bronco, and Solomon, full of confidence and absolutely zero concern for his personal safety, was the rider.
Picture of the two of them in Hawaii. I had just told them, "Pretend like you like each other." Which they do most of the time. However, moments before this photo, they didn't. Malachi was calculating how much strength it would require to toss Solomon over the sea wall. And Solomon was mustering up the energy to tackle Malachi at the knees. What was the reason for the argument about to lead to a brawl? No one knows or remembers.
Now, you can probably guess where this is headed. Malachi, determined to prove that his engineering skills extend to perfectly imitating a wild horse, bucked with all the enthusiasm of a rodeo champ. Solomon, true to form, hung on for dear life until, well, he didn't. One solid buck sent him flying into the window sill, and you know what came next—a goose egg the size of Texas on his forehead.
Of course, the boys just shrugged it off as another day at the "rodeo," but I couldn't help but wonder if I should start charging admission to these wild events. Solomon might be sporting a sizable lump on his head. Still, he's already planning the next game, and Malachi's probably redesigning the bucking bronco technique to be even more realistic. Thankfully, I had some lavender essential oil on hand, and with a quick dab, that goose egg started shrinking in minutes. I'm just over here with the lavender, wondering if I should start stocking up on bubble wrap—or maybe duct tape and chairs—to keep these boys safely strapped down and out of trouble!
At the end of the day, though, I wouldn't change a thing. Their wild imaginations and boundless energy keep life exciting, if not a little nerve-wracking. Solomon's goose egg will heal, and Malachi will devise another idea that tests the limits of what's safe in our living room. But that's just life with my two boys—never dull, always unpredictable, and full of stories we'll tell for years.
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