Like so many things in my life that at first glance may seem wrong... but are actually really, really right... sisterly love reared its' beautiful head this afternoon at Justine's soccer practice.
Justine came running over to us with a big fat bloody lip and of course lots of tears!
Jameson immediately said, "Who do dat to my sister? I K-I-L-L her."
So wrong... yet so right... I can't stop laughing. If you could hear the accent... and the emphasis on the word do... the slow methodical seething anger making the word kill two syllables... it was just perfect.
Lesson learned... don't mess with Jameson's sisters.