Another "campout" movie night. My children are sleep slapping each other. 500 sq ft of floor space, and they have to fight over... actually, I have no idea what they're fighting over. They're asleep. Little weirdies. Happy Thanksgiving, allabodies!
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Sitting down to a heaping plate of scones, the boys start arguing about where they want to sit.
G:"I want to sit ova dare, 'cuth datth where da one I bit ith."
R:"Well, I want to sit THERE, because the one I want is right THERE."
G:"Well, I not movin'."
Boogie, who has been observing this whole exchange, sighs, reaches out, and turns the plate. Problem solved.