Conversation overheard thanks to the wonders of Skype and broken headphones/mic rig.
Corwin: (also known as my son) *playing some kind of elaborate Minecraft mod that allows players to be werewolves and vampires, and have spouses and children*
Corwin’s Friend: You procreated. What’s your kid’s name?
Corwin: Phillip. *pauses a beat* My son! Look at my son!
Corwin’s Friend: Is pride the word you’re looking for?
Corwin: No. There is so much more inside me now.
Corwin’s Friend: Careful, Phillip’s gonna be lunch for that vamp.
Corwin: As long as he doesn’t die in a senseless duel defending my nonexistent honor.
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Ha! Awesome. He will never be one to fade into a crowd.
You’re totally going to believe this but, I’m listening to Hamilton right now because it’s one of those days. Hamilton is the best thing ever. Much like your kids 🙂
Shosh isn’t at Hamilton understanding level yet. But we had a Moana moment:
Shosh came into our bedroom after she brushed her teeth and said, “Mom. I actually don’t know what is inside those coconuts. The ones in Moana. I don’t know what’s in side of them. I know they have holes for eyes and they make faces with their hands but, I don’t know what is inside of them”
I responded, “I’m not sure what is inside of them. I don’t think they are real coconuts. Coconuts don’t have hands.”
She thought about it for a second and then said, “Oh, right.” and when to her room to change.
I love your kids! And as soon as I read this conversation, my mind immediately went to Hamilton.