Sunday Afternoons...

So I would like to paint you a picture... my sweetie and I were just sitting down after a fantastic Sunday dinner (if I say so myself!) T-Man was down for a nap, Little Miss was catching up on a few Dora episodes and the boys were playing peacefully in the backyard- or so we thought all of the sudden we hear Fudge open the door and he is crying uncontrollably. My very patient hubby asks him in a loving and gentle voice "What happened? Why are you crying?" to which Fudge answers "We were playing fighting on the trampoline and Big M threw Bo-bo at me!" Seriously, seriously... so as you can imagine there was some uncontrollable laughter for a few minutes and then I opened the back door and yelled, in an angelic, motherly tone, "Big M do not throw Bo-bo at people and Bo-bo don't let people throw you!" What must the neighbors think?