(Because summer vacation will do that to you).
Conversation between my 11-year-old son (Thomas) and my 7-year-old son (Matt)...
Matt: "I just love my blankies! I'm never going to give them up!" (snuggling face into blankies)
Thomas: "Well, Matt, you are going to have to give them up soon enough, when you are dead."
Soon? Dead? WHAT?
I told Matt that he could have his blankies for another 80 years or so, if I have any say in the matter. Then I gave him a big hug. He didn't seem too bothered by Tommy's comment.
And then I took away the Nintendo Tommy had been glued to for way too long. What is it about those things that makes my usually sweet kids MEAN?