I'm on the phone and doing laundry. I walk out of the living room for two minutes. I walk back in the room to observe my oldest child kicking my middle child.
In almost complete unison: "He started it!"
Me: What is the matter with you two?!?!?!
Zach: He hit me.
Me: So you kicked him across the room?
He just looks at me with the look of I knew better but I did it anyway.
Zach: Sorry Corbin.
Corbin: Sorry Zach.
Then Corbin leans in and hugs Zach. This may look like the sweet innocent hug but oh no.
Zach: Did you just lick my neck?
Corbin: No. I just breathed on you.
Some days it is so hard to stop my laughter. I giggled.
Zach: No. Mom he licked my neck.
Me: Corbin, did you just lick your brothers neck?
Corbin: No, really I was just breathing on his neck.
Corbin: I couldn't breath.
Me: Apologize to your brother for licking his neck.
Corbin: Sorry Zach. (he goes to give his brother another hug with a slightly evil look in his eyes)
Me: Nope just say you're sorry you don't need to hug him again.
I guess I can add don't lick your brother while apologizing to him another thing I never thought I would have to say.