Matt took the boys to the grocery store today.
At one point, he asked them to stay put for a moment so he could run down the aisle and get some red peppers.
When he came back 20 nanoseconds later, he discovered Lyle, age 4 1/2, standing there in his track pants with his legs spread apart and his head down, shaking his pint-sized derriere at his brother, and saying repeatedly in a very loud and bossy voice:
“Baxter! Spit on my booty! SPIT. ON. MY. BOOTY!”
To which our 8 year old responds by – yep, you guessed it – doing so.
I can’t imagine how Matt reprimanded them with a straight face, but he reports that the most difficult part was trying to figure out which action was more objectionable and should be addressed first.
What I find most fascinating tonight is that, in the midst of this daily roller coaster ride called parenting, Matt didn’t even think to tell me this story for 5 hours.