“Take turns fighting with your brother.”

Yet another thing I didn’t expect I’d find myself saying to my kids. (Along with “Is anyone missing their snake head.”)

While school was still in session, my daughters were having a hard time getting work done because their brother kept wanting to pool noodle light saber fight them. They tried to decline his invitation due to prior responsibilities, but he was having none of that schooling nonsense.

That’s how I wound up ordering them to take turns fighting with him. Otherwise, this is how they have to attempt to work.

He’s just buttering her up before going into attack mode. She won’t see it coming that way.

Who or what keeps you from being productive these days?