T1 - Mom, when you don't have that stuff coming out of your chest that T3 eats any more, you can have these (fruity Cheerios) for breakfast too! (I have no idea where that came from, seriously!).
T2 - Maw-ahm, T3 is spitting.
Me- He isn't spitting, hon, he is just drooling. Babies do that and they don't know what they are doing.
T3 - Yeah, and dogs and cats drool too.
T1 - while running on the treadmill tells me, "I can run as fast as a jet and a rocket."
Me - hmmm.
T1- yeah, I only do it when no one is looking.
Me - I see.
T2 - while doing crafts at the Earth Day thingy we went to, T2 says to the lady, "I want to make weapons. Can you help me make a sword and a spikey ball?" I can only imagine what was going through her "Earth Day" mind. But she smiled graciously and T2 came home with a foam sword - this is SD after all!
You are Boy-Trapped if: You have little plastic army guys guarding your fireplace. Your decorative pillows are more often part of a fort than ambiance. There is always a little boy voice on the other side of the bathroom door. Every time you settle down to read your Bible there is a boy in your lap. Every surface in your house is covered in lego fortresses...and you wouldn't have it any other way!
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