Couples Therapy

Today, I picked the boys up from school. As soon as they got to the car, they we're screaming at each other. It. Was. Bad.

Then they started hitting each other. More than normal.

I tried to call the Huz to have him pick up Gio, but, of course, he didn't answer his cell.

"That's it!" I say. "We're going to the beach."

"I don't like the beach!" screams Gio.

I ignored him, and drove straight to the Pacific Ocean.

There was some whining, at first, but after five minutes the boys forgot their squabbles and were back in love with each other.

Phew!