"Mama, Jamie doesn't like to play Slingshot..." he says, shaking his head mournfully.
"Oh really? Judah, did you shoot a rubber band at your baby brother?"
"Oh no! No, no, no. Tha's not how you play slingshot."
"Well, how do you play slingshot?" I walk into Jamie's room. He's sitting up in bed with a bright red welt on his forehead.
"You...you.... you jis frow stuff direckly at duh other person's forehead. Direckly." He pats his fist on his own forehead for emphasis.
"Judah! How many times did you throw toys at Jamie's head??"
"Oh... free... maybe four times?"
*sigh*
"Judah, you may not play Slingshot with Jamie."
"Ok, den. I'll jis play wif Daddy instead."
!!!!!
5 comments:
Priceless!
I literally laughed out loud when I read this post. This is hysterical! I am sure that Jamie did not find it to be funny at all, but it makes you wonder where kids get these ideas! I love all your posts, keep them coming.
Mandy
That is hysterical!
Oh my! Too funny. Incidentally, how did he get 'slingshot' out of the concept of just throwing things? He is such a boy! :)
You are SO gonna have your hands full with those two in a couple of years;)
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