You’d think I woulda learned after the Pig-Latin debacle, but no. The other day, when Reed and I said something simultaneously, I jinxed him. He didn’t have a clue what I meant. Coulda left it at that. Instead, I explained that he couldn’t talk until someone said his name. It was a short explanation, but one I will regret much longer. Of course Reed shared his newfound wisdom with Calvin and of course they have used it to the max every day. Here are the fun results of my stupid lesson:
- Reed sounding out words and Calvin filling in obvious sentences to execute bedtime story jinxes on Mom. Then, immediately saying my name so they can keep listening to the story. And jinx me again on the next page
- Calvin mumbling along while I’m talking, then quickly echoing key words from my conversation and shouting “JINX! MOMMY!”
- The boys shouting concurrently, “JINX! DOUBLE JINX! TRIPLE JINX! FOURPLET JINX!”
- Me saying Reed’s name fourteen times, thinking he had just been fifteenplet jinxed by Calvin, only to realize that it was, in fact, a fourteenplet jinx. Darn!
- Countless times of the boys chasing me around the house wide-eyed, pointing to themselves and mouthing their name while I play dumb
- Countless times of me deciding that the motioning is more annoying than incessant talking and saying their name to free them of their curse
- Me desperately chasing Max around the house and picking on him to try to get him to say, “No, Mommy!” so I could talk again
- A ban on all singing and “amen” jinxes, issued by Mom
- Max shouting, “JEE!” and “DOUBLE JEE!” at random times
- The boys getting mad at Max for not following the rules when jinxed himself
I'm thinking of making up a new rule: If you invoke the jinx rule more than ten times in a day, Mom can declare a semi-permanent jinx - no talking until you turn 18.