They were at it again this morning...
Somehow, someone pushed someone else and then they pushed back and then the back of the T-shirt was grabbed and pulled, the back of the neck was then squeezed and then pushed, with head onto car... then lots of screaming and shouting, a bit of hyperventilation and then as we sit on the steps breaking it down, doing the slow motion dissection of each and every moment, Little Man says:
"I hate my life! I wish I was a dead ant on the ground!"
Then glaring at Middle Man, he shouts
"And I wish you were a piece of paper RIPPED in half!"
WOW! what venom!
I woke up to a text from my mom
*"Cubby, I need to see a picture of your face."*
So I sent her this:
I was slow getting out of bed, but managed to keep Chris...
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