This morning, we heard from the kids' bedroom as they were playing, "DAD! Come here! Come look at this train I made!"
Dad hollered, "Be there in the second!"
Big One yelled, "COME! Hurry! Come see! COME NOW!!!
Dad, "In a second!"
Big One, "DAD!!! COME NOW!" Followed by a long scream from the Little One.
Which, translated, sounds to me a whole lot like, "Come here now, or I'll kill this baby."
Oh my god. They totally are little, tiny terrorists.
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Upon entering the room, we discovered that the Big One was not, in fact, holding the Little One at knife point. It really was just a train. So that was good.
All's well that ends well.