there were stories and giggles and puzzles and games and a wonderful home cooked meal.
afterward a fire was lit in the fireplace and we settled in front of it. and, our two tiny tornadoes skipped and sang and danced and giggled.
and, after they had sufficiently amused us the elder tornado decided to play with a game, which - of course - her two year old brother then wanted to play as well...
if she can then i can.
problem being she didn't want him to.
he started to take those parts he needed to play, but she wanted them back and a scuffle soon ensued.
hey! i was playing with that!
i wanna play too!
but i don't want you to!
but i want to!
parents - and grandparents - attempted to intervene; "he just wants to play with you because he loves you."
but i'm 5 and he's 2! he's not old enough!
he, of course, took advantage of her attention being elsewhere and swooped in to take a few more pieces which she noticed with malice when her attention was once more focused on the scuffle.
hey! you give me those!
i had those! give those back!
i said give those back!
but she realized he meant business and so tried to forcefully take the pieces back.
he stubbornly protested.
and finally she'd had enough;
grama wasn't sure she'd just heard what she thought she had.
grampa looked quite puzzled.
dad cocked his head in a quizical manner.
it was mom finally put words to our silence; "did she just say what i think she did?"
all of us agreed that we'd thought so, but none of us were truly certain. so mom called her over and quietly asked her exactly what she'd just said.
she kept mum for a bit before saying she didn't want to repeat it out loud but would whisper it into her mother's ear.
and she did.
mom had to stifle a giggle; 'no, sweetheart, you did not say your brother was a "good boy."
crestfallen, she knew she'd been beaten. mom was right, but still she refused to repeat what she had said out loud.
then mom, who is very wise, thought up a different angle; "you don't have to tell us what you said, sweetheart, just tell us what the word starts with."
and the suddenly confident self assured little girl beamed with pride.
she knew this answer!
it started with a B!