Boys.
And competition.
As basic as the instinct to hunt for food.
So what happened when my husband and I cooked breakfast for Audrey’s little guys this morning?
Yep.
Competition.
“Who has the longest fork” became the brothers’ game du jour… complete with in-your-face comparisons; which led my husband and me to rely on none other than the Georgia Satellites as we broke into song…
Don’t hand me no line and keep your FORK to yourself…
It got a couple of good laughs. Then back to what boys (especially brothers!) do best.
Compete!
(By the way, the forks are the same size… and does size really matter? OK. Rhetorical question.)
So funny! And I was really curious as to whether the forks were actually different sizes.
Makes for an adorable photo though!
The competition is alive at our house at all times, also!
I love that pic of you guys!
Oh my goodness! So funny. It must have been the day. My class was soooo competitive today. Who got their pencil box first? Name card? Who lined up fastest? Ahhhh! Drove me nuts. It’s ok with a couple but when there are 15 of them. Oh my!
How funny!