6 years

I believe that God created creatures for a purpose. Some were created for companionship, some for garbage disposal, some for man to eat, and some to make mothers neurotic. There is nothing like pulling a dead June Bug out of my sons pockets or scraping slug slime off the bottom of his feet. But I have to honestly say that the all time worst was when my son opened his footlocker and turned it into a half way house for wayward garden snakes. There had to have been around 500 snakes in his footlocker. They were crawling and slithering all over each other. I don’t know how long they had been in there but it was definitely long enough to get a good stench going.
The name-calling was another thing that made me crazy. One child would start off with names like "You dummy", then the other would try to outdo that with "You stupid idiotic", so it would go with the name calling competition until there was nothing left except to become physical. Once again I would try to stop the fight and getting hurt in the process. Once that had been stopped they would resort to sticking their tongues out at each other. It would expand to tattling and then the sound of heads coming in contact with each other again. Ah quiet at last, I hope they’ll be okay.