We all know Aubrey thinks The Boy Next Door is a cutie-patootie, because he IS. This afternoon he and his little sister came over to play outside with us for a little while and there was so much flirting going on I could hardly keep a straight face.
The Boy Next Door climbed on top of our play set and jumped to the ground, provoking many Ooos and Ahhhs from my girls. After jumping from the unseemly height of 36 inches lost its shock factor, The Boy Next Door went to get his bicycle so he could show us his crazy bike skillz.
But once again, after the initial Ooohs and Ahhhs, the girls lost interest and began playing among themselves again. So, The Boy Next Door went totally primal and started talking about killing stuff.
TBND: I killed two ducks today. And one time I (warning, this is a bit graphic) ripped the heads off of 5 ducks with my bare hands. I had fur and blood all over my hands.
Aubrey turned around in awe and asked, “How OLD are you?”
TBND: I’m six, and I do dangerous stuff.