The Boys, Part 2.

From the other room I hear Fiona yelling through laughter, "Mom!  Mohhhhhmmmmm!  You have to hear what Neve just said!"

I walk in and Neve is curled up in a ball on the couch.

Like any good parent I assume she just called her sister a slut, or told her sister to shut her f@#$ing whore mouth, or said that her doll is prettier than her doll, or something really awful like that*.

Based on Neve's curled ball of shame posture, and Fiona's uncontrollable laughter, I prepare myself for the worst.

Fiona: "Neve just said... (laughing)... that she wants to marry... (laughing)... DADDY! Bwahahaha!"

Neve:  (embarrassed)  "Noooo!  I said, 'If Daddy still looks this good when I'm old, then I'll marry him.'"

Fiona:  (on the floor, holding her stomach, laughing)

Those are fair conditions.

*My children do not know or use the words slut, f@#$ing, whore, or the like.  If they are like their mother they will wait until they are 30 to use them for flavor in future blog posts.