We spent this morning running some errands. In the backseat, I could hear the Wellsbrothers deciding that today they would be the three musketeers.
"Hey Mom, we're the three musketeers today. Micah is the musketeer of Speed, Josiah is the musketeer of Bravery, and I (Conner) am the musketeer of Strength. Do you want to be a musketeer, too? We can make it 'The Four Musketeers.' What do you want to be the musketeer of?"
After giving it a moment or two of thought (their "musketeernesses" were all so appropriate), I decided to girlify it a little for them and said, "I'll be the musketeer of Beauty."
A moment of silence.
"What? The musketeer of bootie??"
"No, no, beee-yoooo-tee. Like beautiful."
"Beauty??!!" Giggles...whispering...more giggles...
"Um Mom, that's not really going to work. You can be the musketeer of weather instead."