Yesterday afternoon found us down at the old house. Iain and Elijah were in the bathtub, soaking and playing, I was in the kitchen next door, preparing food, catching little wisps of conversation and trying not to giggle.

The boys were playing at being grown-ups, much to my amusement. Some little quotes that I caught here and there included:

“Daddies can eat all the kinds of chocolate they want!” said triumphantly, **change to sad, dejected voice here** “Mommies can’t…” [Note to self: next time the urge to complain about dietary restirctions comes over you, just shut up, for goodness sakes.]

“No, no, ice-cream is only for Daddies ; sorbet is for Mommies and kids.”

“Would you like some wine? I have white, red, green or purple….” and later on “Would you like some wine? I have red and beer.” This conversation was followed by a heated debate about whether Pop-pop drinks coffee or wine. It doesn’t seem to have occurred to either of them that he might like both, albeit at different times. I think they finally decided on wine. And then he drank two gallons. Hey there Dad, I think your grandkids may be calling you a lush!

I lost track of the conversion sometime after the shark attack on Daddy. (Fear not, Daddy managed to shake the shark of his leg and then used magic to turn it into a spoon.)

Kids crack me up.