4 years later
“Mommy! Drew keeps touching me!” Screamed Danny from the backyard. Delilah, my two year old daughter was banging away on a pot I gave her for entertainment.
“Where is Kevin?” I moaned.
Kevin called a bit ago to tell me he had a surprise to tell me when he got here. I scooped up my daughter and went to find out what my 4 year old sons were arguing about outside.
“What’s going on?” I asked them. I was not the mood for this right now.
“He keeps touching me.” Danny pouted.
“Am not!” Drew whined.
“Ok, no touching each other, got it. If you two can’t play nicely, then I guess you're going inside to bed.” I told my kids.
“No!” Both of them said at the same time.
“That’s what I thought. I’m going to go push your sister in the swing set, you want to come?” I asked my boys.
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