I am standing at the stove making dinner.
After a while, Alexis and Little Billy wander into the kitchen and make their way over to where I am. They each pull up a bar stool and begin to watch me cook.
They start to talk.
A bit of gibberish about this.
A bit of gibberish about that.
I am listening, but I am not joining in on their conversation.
The talk comes to a lull and Little Billy suddenly holds up his right arm, flexes his bicep muscle and encourages Alexis to feel how hard it is - his manly muscle.
She does.
She giggles.
Then, he looks over at his mother - who, by the way, is smiling a big ol' smile at her sweet boy's adorableness - he says, "Hey Mom ..."
"Yes," she answers.
Again ... he flexes his muscle real big and he says something peculiar - he says, "You got any mice or rats?" and gives a little smirk.
Turning the chicken in the skillet with a fork the mom looks up into her funny boy's face and she says, "Well ... of course I don't have any mice or rats. Yuck!" And she laughs.
He's so cute.
He smiles big and holds up his arms and flexes his big muscles again - he says, "Well then ... what will my great big Py-thons eat?" referring to his meaty arms.
Oh ... Alexis nearly falls off of her stool laughing so hard.
The mom giggles.
The mom says, "Maybe they can eat some ... chick-en," she lifts a drum-stick from the skillet with the fork.
On the upside ... The small boy did not think his mother was all that funny. The boy's small sister, however - did! She let out a long string of giggles and then squealed, "PY-THON?" *giggle, giggle, giggle*
The small boy - having his feelings a bit hurt - having his masculine ego bruised - threw out another story - one sure to protect his dignity.
"Mom - I got arrested yesterday at the mall," he raises his arms, flexes his muscles and continues, "For bringin' in ... these big GUNS."
He is very serious.
He is flexing very seriously.
The mom smiles.
She lets him have his moment.
Again ... the small sister giggles like crazy.
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