The boys built a fort in the living room yesterday. Okay, so they helped me build them a fort – whatever. They played inside of that thing all day, coming out only for snacks and toys – which they carried back in with them. Since the walls of their fortress aren’t soundproof, however, I was able to overhear the top secret conversations that take place between three and five-year-old brothers…
AD: “I wish I was a doggy.”
D’Lo: “Well, if you were a doggy, I would play with you all day and we wouldn’t fight.”
AD: “Then I AM a doggy!”
D’Lo: “No. If you were a doggy, your nose would be wet, and you would be furry, and you wouldn’t bite.”
AD: “Yes, I would bite if I was a doggy!”
D’Lo: “NO! If you bite, you won’t be a doggy…you would be a VAMPIRE!”