This morning Hunter caught me hiding out in my bed reading. I hadn't even gotten out of bed yet and John told me Hunter and Brody were awake and downstairs. I could hear they were just playing so I grabbed my book-club book for the month (Gone Girl...amazing if you haven't read it) and started in. A girl has deadlines. Book Club is tomorrow and I have 130 pages left.
A few minutes go by and Hunter creeps into my bed, lies down next to me and says, "Mah-ahhmmm!" (that's Mom but with a tiny bit of a whine to it) "Why are you up here reading?"
Me: You caught me!
Hunter: But I'm hungry!
Me: Well then go make yourself some boo-bah (code word for breakfast in our house. When the twins were little they called breakfast "boo-bah."
Hunter: (very dramatically) "But I make HORRIBLE boo-bah! You make the best boo-bah."
Me: "Ok, what kind of boo-bah you want?"
Then Brody pipes in with, "I want ICE CREAM BOO-BAH!"
Then a little while later when I was on the stairs coming down Hunter comes up to me with the phone and says (again, dramatically), "Brody had the PHONE!"
Me: "Ok."
Hunter: "Not Ok! He could have CALLED 911!"
Brody: "I didn't call 911!"
Hunter: "Brody, you have a 61% chance of calling 911!"
Monday, July 22, 2013
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