You're Fired

Bedtime is just a nutty part of the day and with three boys sharing the same room, it can be down right banana's.  Last night after putting the boys to bed, I was in the kitchen cleaning up and Aaron comes in crying.

 Aaron: "Mom, Andy's fired."

Mom: "He's fired?  From what?"

A: "He's fired from being my brother!"

M: "I'm sorry to hear that, let's go back to bed."

I relayed this story to Mike when he got home from junior high at church and we just laughed.  Kids are funny.