Every day brings a new something, and usually an annoying something.
We went to the gym as a family tonight. Worked out for two hours, between the gym and the pool - spent a lot of time playing with the boys in the pool. By the time we'd finished over an hour of swimming, the boys were spent and starving.
My oldest son suggested McDonald's fries, and given how much energy they'd just expended, I was willing to give in. My little guy wanted a chocolate shake, but when we got to the drive through, my oldest son convinced him to get a mini-McFlurry with peanut butter cups in it. My little guy hesitated, having set his heart on a shake, but finally agreed.
I reassured him. "It's just like a really thick milkshake, with Reese's peanut butter cups in it."
"It's like your mother," spouted off my oldest son. He's really into this "your mother" phase, where he likes to throw that out as a response to everything his brother says.
I looked over my shoulder at my oldest son. "You're saying your mother, meaning me, is like a really thick vanilla shake with Reese's peanut butter cups in it?"
He smiled. "I'd be so totally into you." He paused for effect. "If you were a thick vanilla shake with Reese's peanut butter cups in you."
I don't even have a response for this one.
Except, maybe, "Your mother."