The kids had a blast as usual. The moms also had a good time while simultaneously being annoyed with our own kids. So many conversations interrupted with "mommy, mommy, mommy" or "if I have to tell you again, you'll go in time out" But we usually managed to pick up where we left off.
By the end of the afternoon, Arthur and Sienna were playing with her dress-up jewelry and Arthur gave Sienna a ring. Sienna came running out of her room to tell her mom that Arthur gave her a ring, and they were getting married because she had two babies in her belly. A girl and a boy. I had a parenting fail moment in that I just couldn't hold a straight face through the whole story. Then we asked Arthur if the babies were why he gave Sienna the ring, and like a true man who has been cornered by his womenfolk, he denied everything. No, of course he was going to give her the ring anyway, the twins had nothing to do with it! It was pretty funny, but soon devolved into the two kids running around shirtless (and in Arthur's case, sockless) covered in play jewelry and calling each other "poop" then laughing hysterically. I really need to stop Arthur from calling people names, even if it is as hilariously innocent as "poop". Step one will have to be: stop laughing every time he does it. Though the knock knock joke makes me laugh still:
knock knock
who's there?
poop!
Ah the 3 year old potty humour. Oddly enough, this is the joke he insists on telling every time I'm in the bathroom. Maybe because there is an actual door to knock on, maybe just because he thinks it's appropriate?
No pictures from today, but I have a one from another playdate this week that I discovered on my camera yesterday, notice the shirtlessness, I'm going to be using a lot of sunscreen this summer on that boy:
Lol Wonderful!
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