G has a toy that he calls his trophy. As I was getting myself ready to go to the airport to pick up my in-laws he was playing with this trophy, but at some point he must have set it down because a few minutes later I heard him saying, "H has my trophy!" H was NOT willing to give up the trophy so I told G that if he would just be patient and let H play with it, he would probably put it down again in a few minutes.
A short while later I heard G in his bedroom throwing books on the floor.
"What'cha doing buddy?" I asked.
His response, "Putting books here and then I'm going to get H to come here and he will step on the books and he will fall and he will drop the trophy and I will get it!!"
I may want to curb the silly cartoons if he's learning how to set traps for his brother.
2 comments:
Man. Remind me not to get on that kid's bad side.
Funniest.post.ever.
G is too clever for his own good, but I love the way his mind works! I guess you'll always know who to blame for banana peels on the floor at your house! :)
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