So, our little guy is wrestling with his older brother, Jonathan. There is a flurry of arms, legs, elbows, and laughter.
I know someone is going to get hurt. I just know it. But sometimes a mother just needs to step back and see how things develop.
The laughing turns into grunting.
When I hear someone yell "Ow!" I step forward to intervene, but before I can do or say anything our little guy pokes his head up and yells,
"DON'T MAKE ME CALL MY LAWYER!!"
Okay, then. I am thinking the kid can take care of himself.
1 comment:
Mamma mia che muscoli!!!
Povero Jonathan!!!
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