We’re at my folks’ place for the first bbq steak dinner of the season. The grown-ups are still lingering over dinner. The kids have scarfed down their food and resumed their soccer game in the back yard.
Overheard through the open window:
Tristan: Don’t tell, okay Simon? Don’t tell!
Simon: Mo-om!
Tristan (stage whispers) : Don’t tell!
Simon: Mom! My brudder was in the dirt when you told us not to go in the dirt but my brudder went in it.
Tristan: I’m not your brother!!
Perhaps the first time he ever denies it, but I’m willing to bet it’s not the last!
I love hearing this kinda stuff…and I am also partial to short posts these days…I have time to read them!
xo
I love it, that is just too cute.
Wayy too funny. If Nathan gets into trouble with he tries to turn it on me by Saying I’m NOT your little boy. LMAO!