The Case of Mistaken Identity

I have recently discovered that some people have mistakenly identified my kids as angels...

I mainly blog about the sweet and adorable things that they do, so I thought I'd clarify: my kids can be down-right obnoxious, mean and stubborn sometimes.

I was reminded once again as I picked the girls up from their Sunday School class after church today. Grace had tears in her eyes from one of her "I didn't get what I want" melt-downs, and the teacher commented on Ellie's "anger streak".
That scene actually reminded me of one that took place at church LAST year. When the kids were released from the Sunday service to go to their classes, Seth and Noah (along with 2 others) didn't realize that they were supposed to meet in a different room, so they went to their regular classroom. After 15 minutes of sitting in boredom without a teacher, they decided to "create" their own fun. By the time the teacher brought the other kids to the classroom, there were teacher papers strewn all over the room along with other things, and Noah topped it off by putting pins in the seat cushions in preparation for their classmates to sit down (I still can't figure out what cartoon he got that from). I am giggling about it as I write, but I was certainly NOT at the time.

My kids have pulled hair, punched eachother, scratched, kicked, and bitten like most other kids (unless you have one of those angels that was mistook for my kids). One brother is grounded from his b.b. gun for shooting the other brother in the leg, another is restricted from the go-cart for chasing his baby sister around the yard with it, and... the list goes on and on. I have decided I need to write the restrictions down on a notepad just so I can keep them all organized.
So, for all of you reading this, my kids are, well... kids, and will one day be saved only by the grace of God, just like their mom and dad.