Took a little drive through the surrounding farm country with the twins on a bitter winter day while we were waiting for their big brother to finish up an appointment. We’d done this drive a week or so before, and the twins know we pass several horse farms.
Plum: Horsies not movin’ Me: Mmmhm Plum: Need battries Me: What? Plum (louder): Dey need battries At that very moment we pass some horses Plum: Der dey go! I turn ’em on! Me: You did? Plum: Yah.
We pick up big brother from his appointment and he starts in on me again about the plan for when we arrive at home. As I sigh and begin to give him a hard time about nagging, his tutor says “NO negotiating with terrorists!” I agree and mention how I’ve got three of them. Once outside the oldest says, “she meant TOURISTS!” At which point I crack up and say, “no, she did mean terrorists.”