I gave them gum.
Rich doesn't like for the kids to eat in his car. He's a neat freak and doesn't want his car to get messy. In other words he doesn't want his car to look like my "momobile" with garbage all over the floor, week old half eaten sandwiches on the seats, jackets, baseballs, bats, baseball gloves scattered about and various junk spilling out of the cup holders, and matchbox cars rolling on the floor and candy sticking to the seats and "freeloader" teddy bears hitchhiking rides. So when I gave the boys gum I said:
No throwing the gum on the floor.
No taking the gum out of your mouths and playing with it.
No swallowing the gum and then asking for more
And no putting the gum in each other's hair
To which I heard giggling galore from the backseat. They thought I was kidding when I said no gum in each other's hair, apparently.
Funny, cause they don't have memories of having their long hair getting cut off short, because their big sister got gum in their hair.....Yeah, gum is fun, until you can't get it out of your hair.
They probably don't remember (actually neither of them were born when it happened to Sarah and her big sister did it to her too. Then again, maybe it's just a girly, sisterly thing to do...Eh? At any rate, it sure was fun listening to their giggling, even though I wasn't really kidding......