Today I had to give the direction to my boys to only throw water on each other. That was the direction. They had to throw water on each other.
At dinner, after I told one client about another's $600 spending spree, the 12 year old MR client that spent the money screamed "I'm rich," and proceeded to laugh till I gave hime the expectation to take some deep breaths.
Just now one of my 10 year old boys, a closet charmer, said that a girl kissed him once. When I asked him what he said, he smiled and said "Nothing."
This is my life. And my boy Mocha just playfully yelled at me for blogging from work. He's right. But I would have forgotten later.
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