Sweet Boy#3–“I’m a zombie that gets power from cracker packets!” –As he is lurching around the house with two packets of Ritz in his hands. I think he was hoping his creativity would cause me to bend my “Fruit or veggie snacks only right before dinner” rule.
Sweet Boy#2–“I’m your personal chocolate recycler.”
We are watching “The Polar Express” and the boys observe–“That would be so scary, its bad enough with Daddy’s driving on the ice.” The Hunky Hubby has been known to drift around a corner or two if it is safe and there is no traffic. When they get to the part where the train is skidding across the ice–“That’s like Daddy’s driving!”
There is a part of my website where I promise “A crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss” in every book. One of the boys quizzed me about one of my books, making certain that it included all of the promised items. I appreciate his concern that I refrain from accidentally misleading readers. What would I do without these sweet boys?