Sy's not the only guest that has been greeted by my four frenzied boys. I don't know what it is? They can be happily and peacefully doing something like coloring, but then the minute a guest arrives it's "show time." Cue the drama, tears, and fighting.
Sy assured me this is a common phenomenon experienced by countless other mothers. We put our amateur psychology caps on, and pondered the reasoning. A need for attention? Testing of limits? Possessiveness of favorite things? We didn't know, but we made a pack to pass on the remedy to each other once either of us made the discovery.
Until then, I'm glad to have a friend like Sy who understands, can laugh amidst the lunacy, sees the good in the boys, and can utter, "I've been there."