Just a few of the conversations heard around my house today...
Dylan: I choke you to show you I love you (Promise, nobody actually choked anybody else)
Blake: I used to have a crush on that pretty girl you worked with. Remember when I wanted to send her a lock of my hair? Girls like that sort of thing. (The pretty girl is my editor, whom I still work with. I'm fairly certain I convinced him not to send the aforementioned lock of hair. Maybe I'm just telling myself I did.)
Me: You can't use my crutches to joust. (I guess they technically can, since they were, but they really shouldn't.)
Me: Blake, what were we talking about earlier?
Blake: Was it when you told me not to break anything? Because I just broke the mirror.
Chris: I think someone's using your crutches recklessly. It's Blake. I can tell without even looking. (There's a bit of a theme there. Apparently crutches are fun and I didn't get the memo.)
Dylan: It's that point in the night where I'm slap happy and you are not amused. (Said just before deciding it's probably time for bed.)
I love my boys. They keep life interesting. (I didn't say that one; I just thought it. Or maybe reminded myself of it is more accurate.)
Rolling hills that had been vibrant green just weeks ago were now muted in tone, as if they were taking a deep breath before bursting into the song of fall.