I love to listen to my children play together. Tonight was no exception. As I cleared up the dishes from supper, I heard them chattering away in the boys’ bedroom.
Buddy (always in control): Okay, here’s how we’re going to play this. We are children, but our mommy is dead.
(I’m not sure I liked where this was heading.)
Bella: But our Gwamma is still yiving?
Bear: Grandma HAS to still be alive to take care of us.
(I think there’s hidden meaning in there somewhere considering how much their grandmothers have taken care of them recently.)
