Watching the boys this morning
a: Ah da ah. (What do you have there, my dear brother? Is it good?)
c: Ah! (Why yes! I found the pig! It's lovely to chew on.)
a: AH! AH! (Really? Let me have a look.)
c: SQUEE! Ah! (No, my friend, I'm not finished yet. Please wait a moment.)
a: AH! (I must insist. My goodness, it IS nice to chew on.)
c: SCREE! MA! (You son of a bitch, give that back!)
< two minutes of squealing and tug-of-war ensue >
c: ARAHA!
a: WADAADAAA!
They both lunge at each other and succeed in head-butting each other. Much sobbing ensues. The Pig is forgotten, and they both crawl over to Dad to make it better.
This is going to be my life for the next 18 years, isn't it.