I came around the corner to find Poppy pinning Pete to the ground with his arm twisted behind his back while he tried furiously to punch her. I sent them both to their rooms, but first I asked Poppy: “Were you defending yourself, or were you the aggressor?”
She smirked and shrugged.
“Both,” she said.
Pete strode out of the bathroom like he was kind of a big deal.
“Hey Mama,” he said. “I think you’ve got a clogged toilet in there.”
I’m coping with the previously mentioned Things by reading a book and listening/seatdancing/dance-dancing to the Genius list my iTunes created based on “Coming Home” by Leon Bridges. It really is a genius playlist (Alabama Shakes, Sly and the Family Stone, Wyclef, Stevie Wonder, Aretha, Bruno Mars, Al Green, M.I.A., Justin Timberlake, Michael Jackson).
Pete reminds me of Harry. A couple of days after Christmas we had a bit of a heatwave so Harry refused to get dressed and then decided to load a nerf gun against his crotch and proceeded to say ” mama, my willy is stuck in the nerf gun!” Seriously. I didn’t know how to respond!
Oh my stars. I think it might be for the best that those two are on different continents. 😀
Definitely!