The boys are picking sides for hide and seek as I am taking Ainsley in for the night.
"Tim, stay close to John," I instruct.
"It's Kolbe against me," Tim informs me. "John's my minion."
"Yeah," John pipes in. "I da man!"
"That's minion, not da man," Tim clarifies.
It's all the same to John.
1 comment:
How funny. My daughter's been talking about minions over here as well!
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