Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Our Own Little Mideast Conflict

Kids outside playing, sort of.

Daughter comes in first and says to Momma, "We ran into each other and he hurt his eye."

Momma says, "Well, go get him an icepack. Then go tell your dad that you beat up your brother."

Darling daughter says, "OK, but I know what he's going to say."

Son, mortally wounded, crawls in the doorway and reluctantly makes his way to the couch for a little triage. Protective mother asks if he is okay. Son replies, "Yeah, I just didn't know she was going to smack me."