Sweet Boy#3–“My pee looks like a dolphin. See, da ta da!”
Sweet Boy#2–“When I grow up I’m going to make a hurricane of cream that goes everywhere in the world.”
Sweet Boy#2–“Momma, when I grow up I’d get dump trucks and dump powdered sugar all over our house!”
Sweet Boy#2–Gathers up thistle tops in a plastic baggy. “I want them to grow up to be beautiful thistles.”
Sweet Boy#3–“I killed a moldy bug, with my bare hands…just because.”
Sweet Boy#3–Crashes on his bike, looks himself over and as he is struggling out from under his bicycle to try again and mumbles to himself: “Scrapes all over the place…I’m not crying.”
Sweet Boy#1–Comes over to me and whispers in my ear: “Momma, (sweet boy#2) is treating (sweet boy#3) like a servant.” And indeed my middle boy had promised that he would sit by my youngest at dinner if only his little brother would work busily picking weeds and building a nest for his imaginary creature.
Sweet Boy#1–“This is my imaginary creatures climate.”
Sweet Boy#2–I walk into the bedroom and find my middle boy on his bunk, standing on his head with his feet on the ceiling. When questioned he replies: “I’m sleeping like a bat.” He was righteously furious when I informed him that he had to lie down on his pillow, because bats do indeed sleep upside down! And I’d like to see you convince a determined 5-year-old that he is not actually a bat.