Kung Fu Fighting

The song "Kung Fu Fighting," is the soundtrack to my life. Frequently, "Kung Fu Fighting plays on a neverending, continuous loop.

"Please, turn off that song," I beg. "We've listened to 'Kung Fu Fighting,' twenty times!"

"But we like it," say the boys, while simultaneously karate chopping each other. "Haaaaaaaa!"

"Besides, we aren't actually hitting each other, we're just pretending," explains Gio, faking a high kick. Hye yaaaaaa!"

True it's starts out as faux choreographed pretend fighting, but somebody eventually gets whacked.

Then all I hear is "Wah!" followed by, "he hit me in the eye!"

When "Kung Fu Fighting," plays for the 50th time, I start rethinking the whole two kids thing. And when I start thinking that, I know it's time for a quick change of scenery.

"All right," I say. "That's enough! We're going outside to ride bikes and skateboards."

Mommy needs a double shot of sidewalk surfing.