So it was dinner time and I went outside to call in Tornado A and Tornado S. Who were wrestling on the trampoline. Wearing only shorts. With newly shaved head.
Me: Spartans! Dinner!
You know it fits. Last summer the boys somehow learned about Leonidas yelling “This is Sparta!” and kicking someone in a pit. They practiced this move all last summer, using the pool as their pit. They also taught themselves some rudimentary stage fighting techniques.
This is my family. Apparently, I’m raising Spartan men.