I first noticed the change yesterday, I walked in from work and there were a few dishes and soda cans lying around. All it took was one comment and they were taken care of. That's right, one, not two, three....and the comment was in a calm voice. So maybe that was just a blip, then my neighbor called for help with some patio furniture in her car, she asked me, but I told her that the boys could help. I went in and asked them if they could help Mrs. O when they got a chance and they said in a minute...and then they went over and helped. That's right, they went over on their own without a reminder.
It got really scary at dinner when I snuck an extra stalk of broccoli on their plates, the three of them were civil to each other and ate the entire dinner without a single derogatory comment. I didn't know what to do, so I asked them for help with my Thursday 13 and the following conversation remained pleasant. Their suggestions weren't the best, as you can tell, I didn't do the list of 13 different farts. But I was not sure who abducted my children during the day. Is there an invasion of the goodies going on? The good behavior lasted all evening, I went over to my neighbor's to oooh, aah and hang out on her new chairs on her deck (BTW Target has a clearance sale on outdoor stuff). When I returned, all three of my boys were draped over the furniture in one room watching the same show. Nobody was talking over the show and they were laughing at each other's comments. It was my fantasy world of everyone getting along and it was wonderful.
This morning, it was back to normal when one son went to work with the keys to the car left at home. Dad has been doing the grand tour of the southern states this week and took his keys, so we were a set down. I got the call at work and had to coordinate getting the keys to home, yea for neighbors. All is still pretty good and I could get used to this living in harmony, but I will take it one day at a time.