Overheard from the bathtub as I stand outside the door with a towel:
Super Z - Listen to me fart, Sister.
Princess H - No. Mommy. Gimme out. Gimme out. Gimme out.
Super Z - hahahahahahaha! Too late! I am Super Prime!
Princess H - Mommy.
Super Z - Little baby, she isn't coming back. hahahaha!
Super Z - Hey Mom! We are okay, don't come in! hahahahahahaha!
Poor Princess H, she has fifteen years of hell to look forward to with ole Super Prime.
2 comments:
Super Prime? Tell him he's no match for The Mighty Wind!
This post is making me glad I didn't have brothers!
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