A moment on a Saturday morning. The boys waking up as I sit and watch the news. Lola is going to take a shower, so the boys come and sit on my lap. Griffin strangely cuddly.
Not wanting to subject them to yet another day of primary news, I look for something to keep them in my lap (books are a momentary distraction, as Griffin tends to tear the pages out). I find the Princess Bride, near the end.
Harmless. Or so I think.
The next day as the four of us sit down with Lola's parents to have lunch, Cole looks at me and says, "Daddy, prepare to die."
Damn that Inigo Montoya.
Though the look on Lola's mother's face was quite amusing.
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