This past weekend Sam and Mae conflicts were resolved at my expense. On Saturday, Sam teased Mae by withholding her butterfly fairy wings. After being ordered to return them, I saw the wings were mangled. Mae was still freaking out so I got out of the van and opened her door to see if I could fix them. I then slipped in mud. They both had a good laugh, butterfly wing incident forgotten.
The next day we returned from an overnight visit. Mae was tired and Sam was baiting her. I then slipped in a pile of dog poop. Once again, they had a good laugh and chanted, "Mommy stepped in poop! Mommy stepped in poop!" for what seemed like an eternity.
I might be on to something. I could learn some self-deprecating physical comedy techniques, perhaps I'll have success switching them from an arguement to a treaty. After all, it is pretty damn funny when people fall.
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Love it :)
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