The Dangerous Duo
The other day during afternoon snack my four and six year old boys were sitting at the counter companionably munching while I started pulling out ingredients for supper. I was in my own world until this sentence caught my attention:
4 year old: "Who do you think you are going to marry?"
6 year old: "Hmmm, I don't think I know them yet."
4 year old: "Well, I have a really good idea."
6 year old: "What?"
4 year old: "I think you ought to pick someone Really Pretty to marry."
6 year old: "Yeah, that is a good idea."
So there you have it. But brotherly love never comes without strings. A moment or two of cooperation and sage advice must be balanced.
Yin and Yang.
After another moment or two of self-satisfied snacking the 4 year old got a glint in his eyes and, in the universal sing-song rhyme of teasing, whispered low and clear:
Only it sounded more like SCARRRAAALETTTT. Which is the name of a very pretty 6 year old girl of their acquaintance. Gauntlet thrown, companionable munching over.