Sweet Boy#3 tries to blow his nose on Sweet Boy#2’s back.
Sweet Boy#1–“It’s ok little guy”, as he pats him desperately trying to get him to settle down.
Sweet Boy#1–leaves his brother screaming to explain to me.
Sweet Boy#1–“He asked me to carry him, and it did, but we ran into the table.”
Sweet Boy#3–Screaming “My heel, my back, Aaaahhhh!”
I was taking the Christmas balls off our tree and one of them felt unusually heavy. I shook it experimentally…it was full of water. Someone had taken it down, filled it in the sink, and craftily returned it to our tree.
Sweet Boy#3–Attempts to hit Sweet Boy#2 but misses and punches the wall instead. He rushes to me crying with Sweet Boy#2 hot on his heels explaining how “It’s not my fault.”