Tuesday, January 20, 2009

A Kick to the Wingdings is No Way to Start the Morning...

Today, on our typically-protracted exit to the car on the way to daycare, Jack and Kian were having a bit of an argument over who could carry out the sharks and who could carry out the alligator. They both knew they'd have the toy animals for no longer than the ride over to day care, but that mattered not to the 2 most stubborn humans on earth.

In any event, Jack yanked back on his alligator, only to have Kian make an attempt to slap him. When Jack dodged just enough to allow Kian's hand to breeze by him unscathed, he got overly-saucy and decided to smack Kian in the butt as he walked away, giving up on the situation. After Jack landed that blow, Kian just spun around, walked right up into Jack's face, and kicked him in the crotch!

Jack dropped to the ground like a sack of sand, and began whining immediately. Laura and I did the, "OH-CRAP-STIFLE-LAUGHTER-ENOUGH-TO-MAKE-DISCIPLINARIAN-ROLE-BELIEVABLE" look at one another, then Laura asks, "Kian, did you just kick him in the peanuts?"

To which he flatly responded, "Yeah," before carrying on like nothing had happened.

(K)

2 comments:

Sara said...

Haha, wow. That's amazing. (Not so much for Jack, but for the fact that it happened.)

Anonymous said...

little brothers have their secret weapons!! :)
Kirst