At dinner the boys got in a heated debate over who knows more. Good heck! These conversations annoy me. Cooper said, "Mason doesn't know what rhyming is!" (insert nana na nana)
Steve and I chorus in, "Of course he does!" And I venture further, "Mason, what rhymes with Cooper?" (Desperately hoping he says pooper.)
Mason shouts, "Diamond!"
We're still working on rhyming.
PHOTO NOTE: A few pictures of the boys fighting... I guess the more things change, the more things stay the same.