Mom: Brett you didn't ask nicely and you can get a drink all by yourself
Brett: Hey, but I'm too tired and my leg is broken!
Brett gabbed a piece of cold pizza out of the fridge. He apparently had a little bit of a rough time getting it down because the next thing I knew he was grabbing his neck and said, "What? Do you want me to die with that hard pizza?!"
Brett was playing with medicine and even though I asked him to stop he wouldn't...surprise! So I asked, "Brett do I need to flick you on the head?"
Brett: What on my head?
Me: Yes on your head
Brett: But if you flick me on my head, then I will die
This morning I vaguely remember something about Brett knocking on my door telling me that his arm was broken. I don't know how the broken arm issue was resolved because we play dead when the boys come whining to our door early on Sunday mornings and hope they'll go away ;)
He's so ornery most of the time I couldn't pass up an opportunity to mess with him a little bit...Brett was calling me names so I told him that he should be nice. I was holding Bruce over my shoulder at the time so I turned Bruce around so that Brett could see his face and I said, "Bruce, tell Brett to be nice to me." I then put my head behind Bruce's head and said for Bruce, "Brett, be nice to mommy!" Brett looked at Bruce with complete shock on his face and just stared at him. Then he finally smiled and said, "Bruce can't talk mommy, you're being silly...right?" I did it again as I was walking out the door and Brett's jaw was dropped...he was pretty sure Bruce wasn't capable of talking, but he wasn't certain!
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