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Saturday, February 28, 2004 Familybits

The boys are in the kitchen, helping Gil make pancakes. I can’t watch when they are standing next to an active stove, so am hiding in here until breakfast is ready, or they need a ride to the ER.

Ever listen to a mom cooking with her daughter? There’s lots of high-pitched sing-songy talk and silliness, and instruction, and giggling. Put a man and his sons in the kitchen, however, and what you get is more like this (by the way, only a guy would sit on a barstool to flip pancakes.):

Dylan: “I want to pour!”
Logan: “No! I get to pour!”
Dad: “Logan, you get to flip. Let Dylan pour. And stir.”
Logan: [pouts]
~~~ Repeat several dozen times ~~~
Dylan: “I’m going to poop on you.”
Logan: “No, you can’t, you have to go in the bathroom to poop.”
Dylan: [giggling madly] “I’m going to poop on you.”
Logan: “No, you aren’t.”
Dylan: “I just pooped on you.”
Logan: “No, you didn’t.”
Dylan: “I’m gonna throw it at you.”
Logan: “Oh, it’s too prickly!”
Dylan: “I didn’t throw it.”
Logan: “Is it too heavy?”
Dylan: “No.”
Logan: “Is it nice and light?”
Dylan: “Yeah.”
Logan: “Now throw it to me!”
Dylan: [throws]
Logan: “Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!”

Later:
Logan: “Dad, I have a joke I just made up, but it isn’t really funny.”
Dad: “Okaaaay.”
Logan: “If cactuses didn’t have those prickly things on them, how else can you get hurt??” [big anticpatory grin]
Dad: “I don’t know.”
Logan: “Because the sun’s shining!”
Dad: “...”
Logan: “Because the sun’s really hot in the desert! And you can get hurt!”
Dad: “OK, let’s flip these babies!”