Overheard…

…this weekend at our house…

Me: Ransom, please don’t stab your brother right now… (using a small Peter Pan “sword”)

Ran: Well, can I please stab him later?

The next day…

Ran: Mama, Rhys is sucking on me & Little Jerri (the cat) is biting my toes!  Why is everyone always sucking and biting me?

Me: Rhys, don’t suck your brother.

Ran to Rhys: If you ever suck me again, I am going to suck your face right off!!!

Me: Ransom, it’s not nice to threaten your brother with sucking his face off.  No one is sucking anything around here!

Ransom thinks for a minute: Except, Rhys sucks your boobies & that’s okay.

Dave & I: a knowing look & complete silence. 🙂

Today:

Ransom is pushing his big pirate ship through the kitchen & we hear him say to himself, “arrr matey!  There be a wicked storm on this raging sea.  Quick shoot that baby with a missile!”

Ransom: don’t shoot your brother with missiles.

Ransom shoots it.

Me: Ransom!

Ransom: But, Mama he didn’t cry.  Why can’t I shoot Rhys-y bear if he doesn’t cry?

Me: Because I said so!

Ahhh kids…