Forgiven

After hearing a little scuttling downstairs, a sniffling l'il brudder came upstairs to tattle to mommy.

*Sniff, sniff...choke, choke (forced crying & whining) "Brudder said....um...."

I waited to hear what great offense he endured.

*Sniff, sniff "Brudder said...um"

Then he disappeared to the hallway and yelled down the stairs in the clearest, most composed voice, "BRUDDER....what did you say?"

"What?"

"BRUDDER...what DID YOU SAY?!?"

I never heard a response, but so quickly the incident was over...brudders resumed playing...offense forgiven! I could learn a lot from the little guys!