Plotting

I made the boys go outside, it’s not as nice as it was on Monday (mid-60s!  Woohoo!), but it’s still spring-like, and 10 year old boys need fresh air.  Or their Mom’s need them to need fresh air.  Or both.

If you ask them, it’s a fate akin to death, but I’m not buying that one.

They were sitting on the front steps and I poked my head out and asked if they were plotting world domination.

Will:  Yes.

Joe:  No.

Me:  Really?

Will: Yes.

Joe:  No.

Will (hissing at Joe):  Yes, we are.

Joe:  Shhhhhhhhhh

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