The Best of Friends

My boys love "their chothers" as Henry would say. They love "their chothers" (each other) so much that sometimes the passion boils over into arguing. Here are just a few examples from the past couple weeks.

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Henry: "Adam, I'm pretty sure I wipe better than you."
Adam: "No you don't. I wipe better."
Henry: "No Adam. I'm 5 1/2. And you're not even 3 1/2 so that means I wipe better."
Adam. "When I'm 5 I will wipe better dan you."
Henry: "No. Because when you're 5 I'll be old. And wipe better."

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Adam: "Care Bear (Claire Bear) pees out of her little bottom."
Henry: "No Adam. Claire Bear pees out of her big bottom on her back and her little bottom on her front."
Adam: "No she doesn't!"
Henry: "Yes she does!
Adam: "No she doesn't!"
Henry: "Yes she does!"
Me:      "Boys. Claire pees out of her little bottom on her front and poops out of her big bottom on her back."
Henry and Adam: (pondering) "Oh."

 (This argument is ongoing. I don't think they've grasped the concept)

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Henry and Adam are arguing over something insignificant and annoying and bothersome.
Me: "Boys, Please stop arguing. It hurts my ears and my heart."
Henry: "We're not arguing."
Adam: "Yes we are."
Henry: "No we're not."
Adam: "Yes we are."
Henry: "NO we're NOT."