Today the kids got the alphabet blocks down and were competing against each other to see how many baskets they could make in the underside of Tutti Frutti's stairs. As I tried to read a book about pizza, I soaked in their laughter and eyed them as they problem solved who was going to go against Isaac, the reigning champ, and watched with heavy heart when Benjamin hid behind the curtain because he lost to both Isaac and Leah. I didn't want to move, but the kids' walkie-talkie on my lap sounded off.
Paul: Est-ce que tu veux coucher avec moi?
Me: Je pense que non.
Paul: Est-ce que tu veux un massage?
Me: Je pense que oui.
Okay, I'll move for a massage.
About two minutes after I left the living room the girls joined us followed shortly by the boys.
"I beat Isaac 19 to 16," a glowing Benjamin reported.
Isaac had that sheepish grin that surfaces when he's really glad about something but is too cool to show his excitement. "I went easy on 'im."
Still waiting for him to make good on that massage.
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*smiling from ear to ear*
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