Sweet Boy#3–From high up in a tree, talking to his brother who was also in a tree–“I want to play Quidditch.”
When I came back from my writer’s conference there were a number of interesting new spots on the floor. The Hunky Hubby explained everything. “This was red pop,” he points toward one stain and then turns toward the other. “And this was blood.” Ah yes, now I totally feel better. What with all of the spilling and bloodshed in my absence. At least they had fun. They always have fun with The Hunky Hubby in charge.
Sweet Boy#3–My lovely sister and I both got our nails done for the writer’s conference and so I showed Sweet Boy#3 my lovely pink nails with the jewels glued upon them. “You’re such a fancy girl, Momma.” Yes my Dear, yes I am.
Sweet Boy#3–“I turned (sweet boy#2’s) face into a table!”
Sweet Boy#2–“If I tuned your face into a table, it’d be so dirty I’d never eat off it!”
Ah, the subtle art of the brotherly put-down. They are certainly growing up. In the past it would have been straight to fist-a-cuffs. Now there is the warrior-like banter beforehand.