Saturday, January 23, 2010

My Little Friend

He went to a birthday party yesterday. All the little boys were playing "war" after the party while waiting for their parents to pick them up. At one point, they all decided to trade guns. My Little Friend was willing so he traded guns with another kid.

He did not, however, trade "bullets".

You can always tell a little kid that has big brothers. They're savvy in the ways of war.

(In case you're wondering what kind of hooligans we're raising down here, the "bullets" are small, pink and white striped, plastic balls.)

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