This morning the guys were busy as usual. They were especially enjoying dressing up in other peoples shoes, headbands and hats. I found Garhett a hat and he kept giving it back to me. I didn't think he would care that it was pink, I just thought it would be somewhat alright considering it was a Bronco hat. He was NOT going to wear that hat, he kept throwing it on the floor followed by a short protest. He was looking at me like I was crazy, and wondering why I would keep putting that hat on his head. Shortly after, Brenden heard the commotion and needed to find out what was going on. So, by then I needed to find two hats or else WW-III might commence! Or in our case, WWW-XXV. In order to keep our morning going smoothly, I rifled through their Father's things. I was able to find two hats, only different, and when things are different there could be trouble. So, I first offer to Garhett the black hat and he is not thrilled, but to my surprise his Brother gives him the hat he is holding and there is happiness on both little faces. I was not sure how to react when the two little guys just put their hats on and walked down the hallway. It is strange to see how much they know they each other. Brenden seemed to know right away that I had handed the wrong hats to the wrong people, and instead of whining he just handed it over. Garhett also. They wore their hats most of the morning. They would pull them down over their eyes and try to walk around the house. That is always funny and a little nerve racking at the same time. You really don't want to see them run into a wall but, when they do you still laugh a little.
This morning the guys were busy as usual. They were especially enjoying dressing up in other peoples shoes, headbands and hats. I found Garhett a hat and he kept giving it back to me. I didn't think he would care that it was pink, I just thought it would be somewhat alright considering it was a Bronco hat. He was NOT going to wear that hat, he kept throwing it on the floor followed by a short protest. He was looking at me like I was crazy, and wondering why I would keep putting that hat on his head. Shortly after, Brenden heard the commotion and needed to find out what was going on. So, by then I needed to find two hats or else WW-III might commence! Or in our case, WWW-XXV. In order to keep our morning going smoothly, I rifled through their Father's things. I was able to find two hats, only different, and when things are different there could be trouble. So, I first offer to Garhett the black hat and he is not thrilled, but to my surprise his Brother gives him the hat he is holding and there is happiness on both little faces. I was not sure how to react when the two little guys just put their hats on and walked down the hallway. It is strange to see how much they know they each other. Brenden seemed to know right away that I had handed the wrong hats to the wrong people, and instead of whining he just handed it over. Garhett also. They wore their hats most of the morning. They would pull them down over their eyes and try to walk around the house. That is always funny and a little nerve racking at the same time. You really don't want to see them run into a wall but, when they do you still laugh a little.
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