Isn’t it cute how kids mispronounce things when they are little? My oldest insisted that bananas were “man-ans” for the longest time. Probably even longer than normal because we started calling them that, too. My middle son has called bananas “bee- nanas.” Still does. My older brother mistook bananas for the word “Batman.” Even to this day, if any of us are making Banana French
Sooo…. You know how last week, I was telling you all the odd things that I was screaming at my boys? Two of them being: Don’t hit your brother with a shovel! and Stop hitting your brother with a shovel! And then I reassured you that they were made of plastic. What I neglected to tell you is just how big those plastic shovels are.
My two oldest boys tend to beat the snot out of each other. They hit, punch, karate-chop, kick, jump on, pinch, and even occasionally bite each other. It doesn’t even take any sort of provocation. One can be sitting there, quietly playing and the other will attack. Boys. Or, rather: brothers. Since they don’t do this with their friends, only with each other. Unless there