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Playing with foam and water guns one day…
Rockstar: HAH! Your guns are empty! I saved so much of my ammunition! BWAHAHAHA Prepare to – OW! Hey! Hey! NO! Naughty! You’re lucky I don’t – I’m a Blue Belt ok!! Stoppit! Muumuuuuu-uuum!!!!!!
(Miss starts swatting Rockstar with the empty foam gun. Then she throws her emptied-out guns at him. Calmly but swiftly and determinedly she then starts picking them up so she can throw them again.)
Me (trying not to laugh): STOP. No throwing stuff. Just –
Miss: <cheerfully> Ok, Mummy. <Pounces on an extremely scandalised Rockstar, wraps her arms and legs round him and hangs on like a limpet>
To get her off Rockstar quickly enough before he freaks out from feeling claustrophobic, I have to unwind her limbs and pry her off him – still smiling and squealing in delight as she flails after him and he makes a quick getaway.
Proving………… It’s not the size of the dog in a fight. If……… you call it a fight. Actually I don’t even know what that was……
This one is one of the little things between them though…
Rockstar sometimes gets candy from some of his classes, one of them being Sunday School. He always takes just one for himself – and one for the Miss. The Miss always looks out for these – they apparently taste much better than anything she gets on her own 🙂
Miss Rockstar is such a delightful sister. With her around, Rockstar will never be bored.
“Wait for the Lord, be strong and don’t lose hope” – I take this as a sign. Thank you, needed that. the Lord works in mysterious ways to get messages to us.
Haha. Rockstar is a big brother now. And it’s amazing both of them have so different personalities
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