Everyday we ask the boys what the best part of their day was. We usually get some version of the same response. "Playing with Oliver." "Playing trucks with Oliver." "Riding bikes with cousins." Or the most recent, "Playing MONSTER with dad." (This is their new favorite game. It consists of Evan and Wesley pretending to be the "kids" and Steve pretending to be the "monster." The boys hide on my bed together and Steve sneaks around on the floor, only to pop up unexpectedly on any side to wrestle them. Each sneak attack usually starts with Evan trying to protect Wesley and ends with them shoving Steve off the bed. I usually sit downstairs and hear scream, laughter, tickling/wrestling, more laughter and then a big thud as Steve pretends to be thrown off the bed. As you can tell Steve is a fabulous dad, but that is just a side note.)
Back to the best day ever. Today I asked Evan what was the best part of his day. He was standing in front of me in his socks and a pair of striped underwear and proclaimed, "Today was the best day EVER! I went to the Monster Truck show, I played with my cousins, Oliver came over AND the Seahawks won!"
I guess it really doesn't get any better than that!
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