Me(over breakfast yesterday morning): "Hey guys, today Mommy wants to take some nice pictures of you in the backyard so that I can make a pretty painting of you."
Connor: "Can I have my sword in the picture?"
Me: "Umm, maybe. We'll see."
Connor: "Can my sword be stuck through my chest, and I be lying on the ground and pretending to be dead?"
Then, I decided we would play 'The Quiet Game.' You know, whoever talks first, loses.
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BWAAAHAAAHAAAA!!! Ode to boys. I still can't get used to my stepsons. (smile) But ya gotta love em!
Ha Ha! Too funny. Which ever Mommy invented the Quiet Game should be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.
ooooohmy. love boys!
At what age does the quiet game start working? Please tell me it's 2. At least Connor didn't want to stick the sword through one of his sisters, that's a plus.
Out of the mouths of babes.
Too funny!
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