Sweet Boy#3–“Guess what, I saw something magic, I saw a fridge turn into a dinosaur.”
Sweet Boy#2–Tied his shoe laces (they just untied and then boom, wrapped themselves around the table leg!) to the leg of his desk and the teacher had to cut him loose in order for him to go to lunch.
Sweet Boy#3–singing–“And we’ll all have chicken and robots when she comes.”
Sweet Boy#2–“I’m a mega chainsaw Gecko.”
Sweet Boy#3–Gets a bloody nose, but swears that he is well and is too busy to hold a Kleenex to his face. He keeps popping up off the couch to run off and play and drip blood all over another part of our home. “I’m fine” he insists, every time I drag him back and plop him back down on the sofa with an ice cube wrapped in a cloth to hold to his blood smeared face. Man, these boys are just so tough!