The boys were playing in the front room when Sam started whimpering. Joey came tromping into the kitchen and sat down on the stairs, looking a bit downcast.
"Are you having a timeout?" I asked.
*nod*
"...Did you hit Sammy?"
"Yeah!" came the enthusiastic reply. "That's why I'm havin' a timeout!"
...at least he's honest.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Take That, Justice!
Overheard (while they were playing Good Guy/Bad Guy):
S *sneering*: Last time you stuck me in the chair. What are you gonna do this time?
J: I'm-a stick you inna mud!
S *taunting*: You're gonna stick me in the mud?? How are you gonna do that if we're not allowed to go outside by ourselves?
S *sneering*: Last time you stuck me in the chair. What are you gonna do this time?
J: I'm-a stick you inna mud!
S *taunting*: You're gonna stick me in the mud?? How are you gonna do that if we're not allowed to go outside by ourselves?
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