Tonight, he put one of their basketball toys on his head and spun around in circles. Why? Who knows. Why does he do half of the stuff he does?
Highlight of the day? Without a doubt, it was this afternoon. Sadly, it happened so fast I don't have photographic evidence; which furthers my belief I need to have a camera attached to my hip at all times, just to catch stuff like this.
Rakes, eating a banana. Trot, like some advance scout in the Army Rangers, sneaks up and snatches part of said banana. Rakes, with a look of righteous anger, whacking Trot about the head and shoulders with?
The banana peel. While pieces of the fruit fly every which way and Rakes AND Trot end up wearing it in their hair.
God help me, I laughed. Loudly.
You should have seen his face; Rakes looked like Rocky Balboa taking on Mr. T after he had killed Micky and invited Adrian over to his place to see a "real man" in Rocky III.
There is no way I survive Rakes from the ages of 12-16.
No freaking way.
At least I've got another good 8 years ahead of me.