THE CRIME SCENE: All 3 boyz were in the playroom after dinner. Hubby and I were still sitting at the dining room table, discussing our respective work days over our
nice homecooked meal Chinese take-out. Out of nowhere, Baby started crying and holding the back of his head. Middle was summoned by his father to enter the dining room (we both had a sneaking suspicion knew that he was the culprit). Eyes downcast, Middle stood in front of his daddy and outstretched his toddler hand, revealing his weapon of choice, a baby Elmo fork.
THE CONFESSION: When sternly interrogated (think empty room, handcuffs, bright white light...ok, just kidding) with the question, "Now why would you poke your baby brother with the fork?", Middle replied (much too matter of factly, as only an almost 3-year old can), "To take his head off."
Bad boyz bad boyz whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you...