He Ought to Write for Hallmark

Every evening, before he is sent to bed, Will helps Steve "make the bed". Which is really just an excuse for the two of them to wrestle. Tonight, I joined in and at one point Steve wrapped his arms around Will and I and declared us a sandwich. Will was the cheese.

Will hates to be called anything but a boy or "will", so he immediately started arguing. Once he had us straightened out he proceeded to inform us that I (aka, Momma) was not bread either.

According to my loving four year old, I'm a big huge girl.

Out of the mouths of babes.