I am sitting on the living room couch when R runs in, crying and stammering, with B hot on his heels.
B — I said I’m sorry!
R — Mom! B jumped on me and hit me on the back!
B — I said I was sorry!
R — You jumped on my bed and kicked me!
B — Sorry!
R — You do it all the time!
B — Not all the time!
R — Yes, you do! You’re like a pterodactyl tearing at my skin!
On the phone with Dad.
Dad — I’m sorry I won’t be able to come see you for Christmas this year.
B — It was too much money?
Dad — Yes.
B — You need the money to buy a new job, right?
R is eating some of Opa’s panettone.
R — What?! It even has fruit delights!
It is 6:30 AM when I am awakened by knocking at my bedroom door.
Mom — Yes?
B — Mom, when you’re done napping, can you put batteries in this toy?
Oma and Opa’s Christmas tree has some extra flair this year, courtesy of R & B.
As part of their work at school, the boys wrote letters to the Grinch
The boys had fun with body crayons. R displayed his knowledge of the digestive and circulatory systems.