There are some things about boys that are very predictable… dirt, danger and demolition just for starters. Of course, there’s the endless amusement with bodily noises and functions. And let’s not forget the constantly competitive approach to many of life’s otherwise mundane events. (Does it really matter who was the first one INTO the minivan? Or OUT of the minivan? Or who got his teeth brushed first?) But what I really love is the UN-predictable ways in which their minds sometimes run.
Saturday evening we all went out to our church’s Harvest Festival. Nothing like church pot-lucks :0) The boys had a GREAT time… didn’t want to leave. As we started driving home, Tate started squirming, and then practically thrashing around! I couldn’t figure out what he was upset about, but he was pretty hot and bothered, and couldn’t seem to get comfortable in his seat.
Wyatt said, “Tate! I know what’s wrong! You have a SWEAT WEDGIE!”
And he wasn’t even trying to be funny.