Canning with boys

My guys are great! This week, without any complaining, they got up early and went with me to pick beans and life was good. Monday night I processed my first batch of beans, and it was good. Tuesday I got up and started to prepare my next batch of beans, all was going well until I locked the lid on the processor, turned on the stove and then started looking for the rocker. (This is put on the steam escape valve once the steam has been coming out nice and steady for five minutes or so.) It is vital.
I can't find the !(@*&# rocker anywhere. I pull out the fridge and file the mental instructions to not die or become physically maimed, which would put me in need of a nurse or well meaning friends, before I have a chance to clean behind the offending appliance. I check all my drawers and cupboards just in case the boys zealously cleaned without me looking (some dreams will die without being realized). Then I took meaningful action...I called my Mom to see if she would bring her processor (she will), I march to my food storage room and break out 2 liters of emergency diet Dr. Pepper (don't judge me, I don't care what's in your emergency food storage:)), and then I calmly questioned the boys again...

Mommy: Showing a visual aid (side of processor box), "Garrett, have you seen this rocker?"
Garrett: "No, but look at all the things you can do with your big pan." (Sometimes he fails to see the big picture as Mommy is hooking up her Dr. Pepper IV).
Mommy: "Dallen, have you seen this rocker?"
Dallen: After much study of the picture, "Sure." and then he turns to leave, shoots over his shoulder, "Carson was sucking on that when he was chasing me this morning."
Mommy: "CARSON!", once the little fellow shows his face..."Have you seen this rocker."
Carson: "I think that the last time I saw it, it was in my mouth while I was spitting at Dallen."

SIDE NOTE: Perhaps something a little stronger than Diet Dr. Pepper is needed in the emergency food storage.

By then Grandma has swooped in to save her posterity from their Mom and they go on a hunt for the rocker because it is clearly no longer in my little angel's mouth. Mommy stays at the table and is slowly counting to 100.

Then, VICTORY, for whatever reason (which truly, I'm just too old and there is no sense playing with my emotional health so I didn't even ask why) Carson had hidden the rocker in his bed and then promptly forgot about that endeavor. The results being my frantic morning.

My life is not interesting because I am basically a boring person with no hobbies, talents or outside skills. However, my boys fill every last little part of my time and heart with their bigger than life personalities and their love. I laugh so very often at their everyday lives and am so grateful that I get to witness and sometimes suffer from them. It is also my hope that the boys can live through a lifetime of a Mom with a weird sense of humor as she views the lives being lived around her. People are just so incredibly interesting! Good Luck Boys!