Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Trashy Shorts: A Conversation Between Brothers

As my boys have gotten a bit older, I've come to realize that some of their best conversations happen in the back seat of the car when we're on our way somewhere. Here's how a recent one went:

Younger son:  I love Mommy, but she's really annoying sometimes.  I tell her, 'You don't have to tell me so many times.  You tell me once, and then you tell me again and again and again...'
Older son:  And again and again.  Yeah, she totally does that.  It's like, We heard you the first time, Mom!
Me: You guys.  I'm right here.  Right up here in the front seat, driving.  I am looking at the road, but I can still hear you with my ears as you talk a bunch of shit about me.
Both sons: Giggles. [Author's note:  "Shit" gets 'em every time.]

This was a couple of months ago, before my younger son turned 4. That means they were 6 and 3 when this conversation occurred.

My, I can't wait until they're 16 and 13.

1 comment:

  1. Hahahaha ten years from now, we're gonna need new livers.
    I'll have two teen GIRLS 😨