[WIMom]

I have been told when boys are little, they give their parents all sorts of trouble, then they out grow it. We are 'coordinated' during that time of the month. Poor hubby. He has a computer work area in the basement, we dubbed it 'The Cave'. I *wonder* why he *hides* there once a month. LOL!

[andysandmikesmom]

The 'Cave'...thats so funny...

My mom and dad had me, their little troublemaker, and then my brother, who I guess was a saint in comparison to me...

Even so, dad had me and my mom to contend with...and once about every three years or so, his mom would come and live with us for anywhere between 3-6months....so then he had 3 women from 3 different generations under his roof...

Dad had a room up in the attic...it was his hideout, where he had his books, his radio, his paints, his materials for making fishing lures, and had all his personal prized possessions...I guess he spent a good deal of time up in that attic room, while we 3 women were downstairs...

We were not even allowed to enter the attic room, unless we knocked and announced ourselves...I guess he needed a few seconds to collect himself for some onslaught of female 'jabberings' as he used to call it...

When my husband decided to enlist in the active army, after having put in 7yrs into the reserves, he and I already had the two boys who were aged 7 and 3...now since the hubby was going to be going to various schools for the initial 6months-12months, I decided to stay put in Chicago, untilhe got his permanent duty station...

So me and the boys moved in with my parents for that time...

Every Sunday nite, was 'boys nite' as my dad called it...he would tell me and my mom to get whatever we needed from the kitchen, as the 'boys' were going to be busy in there, and did not want female interruptions...

So me and mom got our drinks and snacks...and my two boys, giggling with delight, that mom and grammie were being thrown out of the kitchen, marched into the kitchen for a rousing night, with their 'pop-pop'....

My dad would organize activities for the evening...they would draw, they would paint, they would play cards, they would play the radio, dad would teach the boys 'dirty' army songs he learned during WW11...they would eat and drink, tell jokes, act silly and manly...

My boys just loved that tradition of Sunday evening, with 'pop-pop'...No women allowed...