This morning, between my Turkey and my little Goose.
Setting: Turkey and Goose both running upstairs arguing and talking over one another. (you did, did not, yes did, nuh uhhh, did too, mommy, mommyyyyy) they enter my bed room.
Turkey: Mommy, Goose keeps hitting me on the hand
Goose: You hit MY hand
Turkey: No I didn't, I pinched you.
Books. And Pie. And Books.
2 months ago