The Battle Of The Beds re-commences . . . .
. . . do you not love how his little nose looks just a like fierce lion’s . . .
. . . but this afternoon, after hurtling around bouncing off the walls like maniac balloons with the knot untied, spilling my water and scratching the heck out of my ankle in passing – and with no bribery on my part whatsoever – the boys shook themselves out like this:
Play may even have been possible.
Ummm — maybe not.
Oops. Heating up.
Height of hostilities.
Wait. What were we fighting about now?