Race came in from playing outside yesterday crying with a blue nose. Yep, a big ol' instant bruise across the bridge of his nose. "What happened?!!"
Witt came crying behind him. "It was an accident Mom, we were just estavating."
"What were you doing? Did you hit your brother with a shovel?"
"No Mom, we were just ESTAVATING! It was an accident."
"What were you doing?"
"Estavating...you know like digging holes for the army."
"Ya, and it was an accident."
So, here's the boys EXcavating today; safety harnesses and all.