The other night as the boys took their bath, Mr. Dog and I sat in the bed together, romantically surfing the web. Fine, there was nothing romantic about it, but at least we were near each other and that counts for something. The boys were playing games with their toys in the tub. One game apparently involved sharks.
"Shark, shark, shark," says Little Dog. "He's coming to eat you!"
"I have a force field!" says Big Dog.
"He can eat force fields," replies Little Dog.
"Ok, I'm not playing," says Big Dog, pulling the ultimate older sibling trump card.
"Ok, he can't," says Little Dog, in instant compliance. "But he's really really hungry."
Pasta ala Fridge
5 years ago