Tornado E: Mommy, let’s play Three Little Pigs!
Me: Ok, Tornado E.
Evan: You’re the Big Bad Wolf! And I’m the Little Pig! This is my house of sticks! You can’t get me!
Me: (Smiling as I sauntered over. I knelt down to be eye level with the coffee between the wolf and the pig.) Little pig. Little pig. Let me in! (Enter a creepy thought of the Shinning. I mean Shining. 😉 )
Tornado E: NO! (Close enough)
Me: Then I’ll huff, and I’ll puff, and I’ll blow your house in! (Huffed and Puffed)
(Tornado E threw a great jab into my nose. Tornado S laughed from the couch. Tornado E grinned in triumph.)
Tornado E: Big Bad Wolf! You can’t blow my house down! It’s made of sticks! And I punched you!
I guess if you can’t have a good defense, you might as well have a good offense. Thank God he didn’t break my nose.
Faemom 