While it's really unspeakably difficult to walk through cancer with four young boys in tow, these little ruffians I live with do a lot to lighten the mood around here. A sampling...
- Thinking man is always turned butt out. This was not my vision for him when I bought him.
- At dinner a few weeks ago...
Bryan: Rand, put your finger in your mouth.
Rand: (innocently obeys)
Bryan: Now put your finger in your ear.
Rand: (complies again)
David, Jacob and Bryan: (Uproarious laughter) He gave himself a wet willy!
- Later during the same meal...
Jacob: (finger gun pointing at Rand) Bam, bam, bam.
Rand: (theatrically collapses to the floor)
Chris: Rand, get back in your seat.
Rand: (slowly stands up, arms outstretched toward Bryan) (weird, loud monotone) OHM, OHM, OHM!
Me: I think he's a zombie. Just give him a second.
Rand: (pretends to eat Bryan's brain and then calmly sits back in his chair to eat his roll and ignore his soup)
- After school today Bryan made Rand a super hero suit. Rand's self-proclaimed super hero name is Super Aunt Janet. Seriously, these guys make my heart happy.
"Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power which no subsequent connections can supply." Jane Austen
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