My kids are in the other room, playing with their dad while I blog.  (Have I mentioned how much I love this man?)

DH and J are in the middle of a rip roaring game of chess, and Little Sister is toddling.  And banging.  And probably picking things up off the floor and shoving them into DH’s mouth to eat.  Or shoving them up her nose.  Or feeding them to the dog.

Did I mention I’m in the other room?  Far, far, away?

Anways, I hear some banging, which probably means Little Sister is banging on the table with a chess piece.  I hear J, in his best, gentle, “I’m mimicking my mom” voice,

“Thank you, Little Sister. Oh yes, give it to me, thaaaank you, thaaaank you.”

A giggle from Little Sister, and the banging resumes.

Louder, from J, “THANK YOU, Little Sister, yes, yes, THAAAANK YOU.”

More giggling, more banging.

“SHE’S DRIVING ME CRAZY!  SHE’S HURTING MY EARS!  AARRGH, MAKE HER STOP!  LITTLE SISTER NOOOOOOOO!”

See?  I told you he’s good at mimicking his mother. 

I’m still hiding in the other room.