Tonight we were sitting on the couch, having family time, when The Boys began wrestling.
"The timeless battle for Dominance continues!" Jeremy said
"Yeah," I said, "When you're eighty..." I began.
"When I'm Eighty-One and he's Sixty, we'll still be fighting for dominance," Jeremy completed my sentence. Switching back and forth from his 'grandpa' to his 'Future Joshua' voice, he began surmising the future conversation "'Son! Son! My diaper needs changing' 'MUHAHAHA, Old man. I'm not going to wipe you as well so you'll ITCH for a WEEK!!!!"
Josh chimed in with his 'grandpa voice' "Son!?? Son!!!?? Get back here!! I'm chafing and I stink! SON!? I think I have a rash..."
2 comments:
Poor, poor Mel (you know you love them to death and would not trade them for anything)
Probably should have sent you a set of earmuffs instead eh?
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