The Littles and Basketball

The Littles hung out with one another for a while today. They’re growing on each other and have decided that, HEY!  MY COUSIN IS ALRIGHT!

Most of the time, that is.  Sometimes Thing 2 can say a few words that make the girls cry.  He always seems so surprised that there are tears when he says things like, “Where are your pants, Woman?” and “The soccer ball is mine.  And the Noah’s Ark is mine.  And the steering wheel is mine.  In fact, all of these toys of yours are mine.”

But then the cousins kiss and make up, and Little H informs Thing 2, “You can have the soccer ball.  It’s my brother’s, and I never really liked it anyway.”

Thing 2 was most interested in H’s miniature basketball today.

He said it tasted like chicken.

And then he WASN’T PLAYING WITH A DOLL.  He was PRACTICING HIS PARENTING AND NURTURING SKILLS.

“Hi, Baby Doll.  I’ll be your daddy and take good care of you.”

“Daddy signed you up for a rec basketball league, Baby Doll.  We can practice together.  Whack the ball with your head, Dolly!”

“What?  You don’t LIKE basketball, Baby Doll?  Well, we have consequences for THAT!  A little bite to the head here ought to change your outlook on free throws!  How do you expect Daddy to get you through college, if you don’t have a basketball scholarship to Indiana?”

He’s working on those NURTURING skills.  Everyone knows the money’s in pro football, anyway.

Happy Wednesday, everyone!

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