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.”
He said it tasted like chicken.
“Hi, Baby Doll. I’ll be your daddy and take good care of you.”
“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!