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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