A few days ago, I was shaving in front of the bathroom mirror while my two boys were in the background, mucking about. They like to muck about in the bathroom whenever my wife or I are in there, turning what used to be our only private refuge into a public arena.
Anyhow, this is the conversation I overheard:
My 6 year-old boy, L: Who’s number 7?
My 4 year-old boy, C: Mr Snow.
L: What about number 31?
C: Mr Tall.
L: Okay, if you think you’re so smart, who’s number 10?
C: Mr Silly.
L: No, YOU’RE Mr Silly! Haha!
C: NO YOU ARE SILLY!
C then proceeded to tackle his older brother and both of them fell to the ground, wrestling. Continue reading