Well this week sweet boy #1 coined the phrase “Snuggldy Buggldys” which obviously means the hunky hubbies jammie pants and a form fitting long john shirt coupled to create an alluring child chosen ensemble that the hunky hubby was gracious enough to wear after his young offspring pranced up to him with them in arms demanding that he dawn them immediately. Although if sweet boy #1 offers to get your Snuggldy Buddgldys for you be prepared for his revolutionary sense of fashion.
The boys played a game where they zoomed about our house pretending to shoot things, particularly my stacks of folded laundry, with massive steams of fire and burning them into oblivion. Does anyone know? Do little girls do this sort of thing on a regular basis or is this style of imaginary fare more a Y chromosome type item?
But the winner this week. Sweet boy #1 and sweet boy #2 were pretending to be baby birds. Baby birds that were keeping a baby snake in their nest. And then they discovered a blow-up neck pillow that looked exactly like a miniature Boppy. And so the following argument ensued.
“This baby bird wants to nurse the baby snake!”
“No! This baby bird already nursed the baby snake!”
“It was just a snack of Milk!”
“No no no! It was a meal of Milk! It’s tired right now!”
“It’s hungry and tired!”
“No it’s just tired. You might lose it!”
There was more, but it’s hard to get all of these things down on paper before they move on to some other emergency. But they are so funny, so very very male and yet with psudo-paternal instincts as well. My boys, modern sensitive men who just happen to enjoy blasting piles of laundry with large streams of fire and roaring. I’m so proud.