The father-son bond between Mark and Eamon grows stronger - and odder - every day. So while we were getting ready to read Eamon stories before bed, this exchange took place...
Eamon: <makes rude noise>
Me: "Eamon, geez! You're starting to sound like your dad."
Eamon: <giggles and grins mischieviously>
30 seconds later after Mark walks in...
Mark: <makes rude noise>
Me: "Mark!"
Eamon: <very seriously> "It wasn't him, mommy. It was one of my stuffed animals."
Mark: "Um, yeah... I thought so but I was going to take the blame because I didn't want your stuffed animal to feel embarrassed. But thanks for setting the record straight, son!"
Eamon smiles angelically and they do a father-son fist bump while I shake my head at the absurdity of it all...
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