A few moments ago Brennan (5) and Tanner (3) came running down stairs, each holding a stuffed penguin toy, and started hopping around their mother yelling, "Mommy! Mommy! When we grow up we're going to be Penguin Doctors!"
"Oh you are?"
Brennan began explaining, "When we're the age Daddy is…" glancing at me to double check if I'm big enough to care for penguins, "…Daddy's age, we will get them out of their cage because they will be sick."
Tannner echoed, "Dur sick!"
Brennan continued, "We will take care of them! When we're all grown up! We'll be Doctor-Pets!"
"Dur sick! Da penguns are! When wur growd up…" Tanner tends to drift off, especially when Brennan elects himself to do all of the talking.
"Yes, boys, you would make good veterinarians when you grow up."
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