I’m sitting in the office when I overhear:
Mark: Redwall!
Kyle: Legos!
“Redwall!”, “Legos!” back and forth endlessly. Then, “Redwall!” and “Legos!” are punctuated with “Oof!”, “Ow!” I decide to interfere with a logical solution to this escalating argument.
Me: “Hey, Mark , why don’t you read Redwall, and Kyle, why don’t you play Legos?”
Silence. Stiff, prolonged silence. My motherly advise spurned. Clearly, logic and peace are not the aim here. And apparently, the wrastle is a lot more fun than Legos or Redwall – combined.
Nothing to do but grab the camera.
“Your chin’s so spinney, it’s a sword!” (I think Kyle said that)
Now, if I stick around a little longer with the camera I’ll be able to record some tears. You know, it’s all fun and games until . . .
