Combat

The other day Jill turned to me while we stood in the kitchen listening to screams coming from the family room, and noted that boys will turn anything, and everything, into a weapon. I reflected upon this for a moment and realized it was true. The bubbles from a bubble bath become a weapon. Forks at dinner become weapons. Pillows, rubber boots, chicken nuggets, toy cars, tooth brushes....all maliciously designed to maim.

Today as I prepared to walk down the street to meet William's bus I noticed it was raining. As Bo pulled on his bright orange rubber boots he too noticed that it was raining, and demanded an umbrella. We were half way down the lane when I had an 'aha!' moment. William would lose his sh** if Bo had an umbrella and he did not, so I hustled back to the house for a second one.

You see the gap in my logic here....don't you....if I could insert a 'thought bubble' above Bo's head in the second image.....

I chose to post the happy pictures:)

-jud