Sunday, April 18, 2010

The Things Moms Put Up With

(and wouldn't have any other way)

Little Brother and our two backyard neighbors are playing some kind of complicated imaginary game involving pretend "ships" and lots of writing on my husband's enormous whiteboard.

I have just been instructed to pretend I'm on the "black ship" and that I don't see Little Brother (who's wearing a really bright yellow T-shirt) as he sneaks around the house. So I sat here, reading and enjoying my coffee, and pretended to ignore him as he crept up close to me and pantomimed a hit over my head.

"Wait a minute, did you just murder me?" I had to ask.

Like it's so reassuring when he told me that he wasn't killing me, just hitting me over the head.

Thanks for that.

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