Lately Baby has been obsessed with Eldest's football gear. He likes putting on the pads, practice jersey and helmet and strutting around. He's a mini-Eldest, really.
Middle? Notsomuch. NO interest whatsoever in football. Which, don't get me wrong here at all, IS FINE.
Sunday morning we were all home in the Trenches. Baby, as usual, was all suited up in his big brother's football apparel. Hubby was tossing a football to him, as Eldest was offering brotherly advice.
Middle, on this particular morning, was pretending to be a dog. (He usually wants to play either baby or dog. For hours.)
During a random break in the football action going on in the living room, Hubby looked over at me in the kitchen (shocking, I know...me in the kitchen) as I was pretending to "pet" Middle and said,
"So what is this? I have two football players and a dog??"
Yup. It appears that way.