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 (hissing at Joe): Yes, we are.
Boys only need fresh air if they have their Sunday clothes on and it is muddy…
So, Will is Pinky and Joe is the Brain?