I decided to do the ironing early today since we had stayed home the whole day. Gadget-daddy was watching TV while keeping an eye on them. The following conversations were heard while I was ironing...
Micah: No, Max. You cannot do it. You are not strong and powerful like me.
Max: Can-lah. Max can.
Micah: No, Max. You cannot yet. You are not strong like me yet.
Max: Can. Max big boy (alrea)dee. See...
Micah: (giggles hysterically)
*At this point, Mommy just had to take a peek to see what was happening downstairs.
I saw Max trying to lift the beanbag onto the sofa but not very successful. That was what Micah was giggling and laughing about.
Max: Waaaah....! (crying.)
Micah: Why, MAx? Why?Why? Why, Max? Why? Why?
Max: Daddy beat me. (spanked)
Micah: Why, Max? Why? Was it because you were naughty?
Max: Yeah... Waaaaah!
Micah: Why? Why, Max?
Max: Max go in store room.
Micah: Don't be naughty next time, ok? OK?
Max: Waaaah.... Mommy where?...
*Max came up stairs to lodge his complain and to get some Mommy band-aid - cuddle and comfort.
(Done ironing and back in our room. The boys watched some race cars on Youtube)
Max: Me, Ferrari. You Lamoghini (Lamborghini).
Micah: Ok Let's race.
(Runs in circle around the room, jumping on and off the bed.)
Micah: Oh, I need some petrol. (Takes Mommy's hand and sticks it into the crook of his arm.)
Max: This one petrol-lah. This chocolate milk. Here take some.
Micah: No, I already had mine.
Max: No. Take this one.
Micah: No. I'm Sally. I'm going to crash into the mud.
Max: (Points to himself) Not Lamoghini. MyQueen. Come on, let's race!
They are still running and crashing around the room ....