This afternoon my kids were outside playing war games with the neighborhood posse of children. My six-year-old son ran breathlessly inside and grabbed a drink of water.
"What are y’all doing out there?" I asked him, as he started to dash back out.
"Defeating England," he said.
Oh.
Rocks In My Dryer 
What a totally American thing to say! Love it 🙂
Always good 😉
tee hee hee 🙂
You better remind him that England may be the only friend we have left. Tell him to take it a little easier on them the next time! 🙂
Oh dear, I’d be much more pleased if they were defeating France…:)
It sounds to me like you all would enjoy reading The BFG by Roald Dahl this summer!
Funny! While they’re kickin’ booty, maybe you could put in a suggestion that they take David Beckham as a POW & perhaps you guys could send him to a concentration camp here in Alabama!
Just a suggestion…
Cutie pie!
I LOVE it! With all your boys you need to win my next bloggy giveaway.
Just remind him that if they defeat England, they must then accept responsibility to benevolently rule her subjects – you know, Canada, Australia . . . 🙂
Oh yeah. Love those totally random moments when you just have to stare in open mouthed wonder.
Like the other day when I asked my 3-yr-old what he was thinking.
“I’m thinking about triangles.”
Fair enough.
Just don’t let him destroy all your tea bags in the pantry! 😉
No taxation without representation!!
*LOL*
Kids are great!
ROFL! That’s even better than my 2 year old informing me that I am “Sleeping Doody.”
I don’t know which tickles me more, “Sleeping Doody” or “Defeating England”. I have one of each gender, so I guess I’m partial to both. Very sweet.
I can totally relate ~ that is so funny! It’s my first time leaving a comment here but just wanted to be sure to tell you that I am enjoying your blog! I hope to join in with WFMW next week! Blessings!
Hilarious!