It's currently 5:16 PM on Wednesday. We're supposed to be leaving to get dinner any minute, however my boys decided to have an impromptu battle. I'm currently waiting it out and squeezing in a short blog. That's right, I multitask.
A few minutes ago, I asked Heath where he wanted to eat. He doesn't know, so he asked Harper. Here's there conversation, word for word.
Heath, as he's tickling Harper asked, "Where do you want to eat?" Harper, then completely sprawled on the floor, barely able to catch his breath from laughing quickly replied, "In the kitchen." Heath laughed and asked, "What do you want to eat?" Harper, still nearly breathless from laughter squeezes out two words, "A brownie."
He knows we have those. He also knows it's not for dinner, but it's all he can think about.
It's been 8 minutes, and they're still fighting like loonies. Harper just threw a toy bullet from his dragon boat at Heath's face. If he hadn't covered he'd have gotten a bullet to the eye.
Though their battle is quite entertaining, I do hope we get to eat soon.