And three hours later…

…the Mr and I have a perfectly tidy bedroom. This was our boys way of calling truce after our breakfast battle.

I was of course super happy and I didn’t use the word “but”. We sat down in the made bed (made bed in our bedroom never happens, unless a real-estate agent is about to visit) and talked about what happen and how we (all, including myself) reacted and what we (all) can think about next time.

They still can’t play computer games util set time, but they were fine with that.

Love our boys.

PS Both boys made themselves breakfast directly after our encounter so no need to call the social services just yet.

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