This week Sweet Boy#3 has been singing the blues. He saw Larry the Cucumber singing the blues and found his calling. He growls out the lyrics at an incredible volume and sways and moves to the music with great enthusiasm. “You took my ice ream! You took it from me. You took my ice ream and gobbled it in front of me!”
The winner this week…
We were over at camp and I was alerted to a new game the boys were playing by the screams.
Sweet Boy#2–“Ahhh ahh, No!”
Sweet Boy#1 had slung Sweet Boy#2 over his shoulder and was charging toward a camp chair with Sweet Boy#2’s legs wildly flailing in front of him like a churning battering ram of terror. In the chair Sweet Boy#3 was backwards and sitting on his head. His legs were up in the air and kicking in a fierce fury as his brothers approached.
Sweet Boy#1–“Remember, don’t hurt Sweet Boy#3 and he won’t hurt you.”
And so with flailing legs at full speed, the jousting tournament commenced.