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.)