Friday, October 26, 2012

brothers



Meal time is never  peaceful  here.  There's a lot more talking, playing and rough-housing and me saying, "eat over your plate!" than actual eating going on.  Yesterday at lunch the conversation between our boys went like this: 

Cooper:  "Lincoln, do you want me to be your dog, or do you want me to be your dog?"

Lincoln:  "I want to be your dog."

Cooper:  "No.  Lincoln - do you want me to be your dog or do you want me to be your dog???"

Lincoln:  "I want to be your dog!"

Cooper:  "NO!  WRONG ANSWER!"

Lincoln:  "I don't know what the answer is!!!!"

Cooper:  "DO YOU WANT ME TO BE YOUR DOG OR DO YOU WANT ME TO BE YOUR DOG?"

Lincoln:  "I want you to be my dog."

Cooper:  "RIGHT!  I will be your dog."

(The "pretend dog game" is pretty popular around here).

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