Tonight, I took the kids to Chick-fil-A after catching Pixar's new Ratatouille (What? Heath's on vacation, so shouldn't I get one too?). After properly ensuring that the boys ate all of their deep fried chicken pieces and drank their chocolate milk, I let them loose to the play area.
I cleaned the mess at the table, and went in after them. They were already at play, deep inside the flying car above my head and making new "friends" with other kids whose parents were also too lazy to prepare a home cooked meal.
I briefly turned from my semi-coma and tuned in to their coversation when I heard this.
Hudson: "Hey. Don't call my brothers names or make fun of them. It's just not cool."
I started to smile, almost proud, thinking that maybe we had instilled some true notion of brotherhood within him when he added..."Anyway, that's my job. Come on, you butterballs!"
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