The power of language

A conversation driving to school.
A: "Mommie we don't say shit"
M: No Adalyn we don't say shit.
A: We say Oh no right? We don't say shit.
A few moments later.
A: We dont' say dammit do we?
M: No we say oh no.
A: Right, Oh no mommie.

Shots

Burke had his shots last week, I think. Or sometime in the near past. He was crying so hard that Adalyn started to sing the itsy bitsy spider to him. Silence. He stopped crying and just had a little quivering lip. Ahh, sibling bonding. Could they be any sweeter. I am sure I'll curse them for gaining up on us one day.