Brothers, gather round. Our agenda for today’s meeting is quite full, so we should get started on time. Keith, I believe we talked about not bringing our light sabres to these discussion groups. If you feel that strongly, then you should have added that to today’s agenda.
Item one: Play Time.
We are only partway through winter and the novelty of our Christmas gifts wore off weeks ago. Let’s face facts, Mom isn’t exactly bringing her A-game when it comes to our recreation time. We all heard her recent rant about it not being her “job” to “entertain” us and if we are “bored” there’s “dusting” we can do, followed by some muttering about that’s why she gave us brothers. So we are on our own. At least until Daddy gets home.
Everyone loves a round or two of Toilet Tag, but let’s workshop it a bit to make it more fun. No, Keith – you know weapons are not allowed. Keep thinking.
Let’s hear from Littlest. His attention span is the shortest so he will likely leave before we adjourn.
Brilliant! Underwear Toilet Tag. So simple, yet so effective. Same game, but in only our underwear. All in agreement? Motion passed.
Ok, technically the Chair does not recognize Littlest again, but to avoid a tantrum, let him speak.
Another home run idea! Underwear Basement Balloon Soccer. It combines two of our favourite things: physical aggression and pantlessness. Pass him a gummi worm, he deserves it.
I move we continue to workshop this skivvies theme. All in favour? Great, let’s do this.
What else is better in underwear? Speak slowly, the five-year-old is taking minutes.
Sibling Sandwich. Someone is going to have to get Mommy on board with us using the couch cushions. She wasn’t thrilled when we made that labyrinth last week and then “forgot” to put them back.
Air Hockey. Probably to do with aerodynamics, further study is needed.
Hide-and-Seek. I think we all remember last Thursday’s unfortunate incident, so a reminder to steer clear of folding doors.
Snack. Yes, Keith, both snack times will be proposed.
Dinner. Let’s agree to keep working on Daddy regarding this one, he’s so focussed on “hygiene”. I think Mommy has just resigned herself, so she’s a potential ally.
Listen, we need to adjourn for Snack Time. Sorry, Keith, for now, keep your pants on.
2 thoughts on “The Brother Commission”
We used to do this. Seriously. We played a wrestling game in the dark. We set up the youngest’s bunk bed as the triage center. “Ok, when someone gets hurt, you have to get in the bed and cry in the pillow. No running to Mom.”
The boys have a “safe word” in case they get carried away. “Peaches! I SAID PEACHES!”