Brother Bonding

If you think I am about to share a sappy, bromance story you are highly mistaken.  I am not referring to some mommy moment of actualized, parental expectations either. Instead, I am outlining how bonding became a criminal misdemeanor in the Turner household.

This is how the incident came to pass.

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My husband and I planned a short outing nearby.  We lived 90 seconds from a nearby restaurant. (We actually timed it.) We thought, “We need adult time and the boys are older now.  We can steal away for a half hour.  It will be fine.”  I always fretted leaving them but our daughter was about 13, could call us and we were 90 SECONDS away. What could possibly happen in that short of time?

One brother, being easily bored, was in the art cabinet when he found a small tube of super glue.  He may or may not have known its efficacy of attaching items together- one will never know.  Apparently, he went to each of his brothers and said, “It’s okay.  It’s okay. Just stick your finger out…”  Being interested and not realizing what they were doing, they stuck two fingers out and pressed two together. And just like that, four little fingers were super glued together.  This “sticky situation” is our family’s definition of brother bonding.  I’ve hidden the super glue ever since.

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