Just before starting this post a brief struggle on my bed with son over a toy drill began as he attempted to drill his sister while she giggled.
Okay, I asked my son to come in out of the 40 degree weather. He was in shorts and no shirt looking for our neighbor who had just dropped his son off.
“Peyton, please come in.”
He inches further from the front door.
“I just wanna see!”
He relunctly turns around and comes back in.
He says while marching upstairs.
I had nothing but silent laughter to give him. I silently laughed so hard I had a stream of tears coming down.