"Oh! You boys are so cute riding on the plasma car together! Hold on, let me grab the camera and take your picture!" "No wait, Sandy, stay on the car." "Sandy, wait!"
"Oh no Max, don't squeeze him." "I know you're trying to help me get a picture but..."
"I know you're tickling him Max, but he's screaming. Can you stop?" "Smile Sandy so I can take your picture!"
"Oh dear."
"OK Max, thanks for trying but we'd better stop now."
"Awww, brothers. You two are cute." Sandy "LET ME OUT!!!!!!!"
OK now looking at this I'm thinking it's more of a classic Mom & boys interaction. But also brothers too. Sandy is easily annoyed with Max because Max is so much bigger and stronger. It stinks to be forced to do things you're not in the mood for--even if you were in the mood for those things 10 seconds ago and just suddenly aren't feeling it anymore. But they are wearing matching shirts, and as far as I'm concerned that covereth a multitude of sins.
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I can't believe I've let so much time go by without checking my reader. I LOVE ALL OF THESE. This was an excellent piece of writing, along with the crazy, predictable and so-sad picture story. I kinda feel that way about the whole world sometimes, bigger, bossier, and squeezing me so I can't move. But the shirts were great, and I felt like I was there. Except it was quieter because I wasn't.
And very cute shirts they are too.
And the boys in them
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