Let me tell you, there is something about this girl that has two little boys at my house smitten.
I can say broccoli is dee lish us and they will not touch it. Eldest Twerp simply walks by and sniffs it, and they think it is the food of the gods.
I can say bathtime and they fall to the ground writhing in pain and agony. ET can run the bath water and clothes go flyin off little bodies.
I demand all morning long that no one is leavin the house without their teeth brushed, and she simply pulls out some paste of toothness and their mouths look like little crocodiles.
The sun rises and sets in ET. It always has.
And tonight when everyone was snuggled all cozey in bed, I hear a door creak and some sleepy steps come my way...
Rubbing squinted eyes, Middle Twerp says to me,
"Is ET gonna get married?"
"Not for a long time, baby."
"No! Never. I don't want her to get married."
"OK. OK. Why not?"
"Cause some boy will take her away from our house and she won't read me stories."
Then as he turns his little hiney around to go back to bed, he mumbles below his breath,
"And I will cut him." Oh Lordy Be.