All the family is piled on Mommy and Daddy's bed (technically the guest bed; but since our room is under construction, we are sleeping on it in Chicken's room).
Chicken: Weeneen!
Me: Huh?
Chicken: Weeneen!
Me: What is he saying?
Daddy: No clue.
Me: Say it again.
Chicken: Weeneen!! Weeneen!!
Me: Winning? I have no idea
As I'm saying this it was almost like a little "screw this!" look crossed his face, and he got up, ran across the bed and leapt onto the clothing rack, hanging there by his arms, swinging. It's the same clothing rack that I had told the kids NOT to hang on. But we had to laugh--when telling didn't work then he had to show us that he wanted to do some "swinging".
Oh noodles.
"Edee" and "Chicken" are nicknames for my two little rascals. The names originated from how my daughter would pronounce both her own and little brother's name when she first started talking. They've stuck. Chicken may live to regret that someday....
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