So, the Kid 1 is great, but Kid 2 is a small, Awesomer version of me. I couldn't be prouder, and Jay couldn't be more terrified. This conversation says it all.
Jay: AUBREYYYY. I NEED A BEEEEEER!
Me: No. Tell him you aren't his beer wench.
Aubrey: I'm not your beer wench. What did you do with my play-doh?
Jay: I put it away. Please go get me a beer!
Aubrey: I'm not your beer wench.
Jay: Fine. Go get me a "soda" from the fridge. It's in a green and grey can with a lime on it. (Lime-a-Rita. Manly. I know you ladies are jealous.)*
Aubrey: Okay. How 'bout you go get my play-do, then I'll go get you a beer...er..."soda".
Jay told her where to find the play-doh, Aubrey rewarded his good behavior with a Shiner Bock (even a four year old knows what men SHOULD drink.).
Aubrey: Here you go, daddy.
Me: did you shake it up good for him?
Aubrey: *shake shake shake shake shake shake shake shake*
Me: *evil laugh*
As I'm writing this, Jay showed up with his Lime-a-Rita. He just hands me these things on a silver platter.
Jay: *reading as I'm typing*. It wasn't a green bottle. It was a green can, like this. *Shows me his girlie drink.*
Me: Seriously???? *type type type type type*
Jay: Are you calling me out in your blog????
Me: Yep. *typing line about y'all being jealous*
Jay: What? I have low testosterone!