Eric said something hilarious this morning. But first, some nuance:
*The kids’ favorite movie the last few weeks has been Chicken Run, where a group of chickens escape from a chicken farm by building a plane—a “crate” as they call it.
*Also bear in mind—Ryan is a hopeless tease.
This morning over breakfast, Ryan was teasing Beth, calling her “Muffin” and “Baby Maybe.” So Eric goes into protective older brother mode and tells Ryan he needs to stop or Eric’s going to get his crate and fly so close he’ll bonk Ryan’s head with the wing. Of course this only goads Ryan on—“What if I called her my sweet potato? How about Beth-bug?”
Then Eric levels the ultimatum: “You choose—the wing or the wheels.”
He explains that Ryan could either get clocked by the crate’s wing or ground under its landing gear. It was so funny to hear him using Love and Logic right back at us. (“Would you like to leave the park now or in five minutes?”) Ryan chuckles and says he’d prefer neither. “I’ll take a pillow. A soft, fluffy pillow. Like a marshmallow.”
Eric wasn’t having any of it. “Okay," he says, "you get the propeller.”
Ryan just stares at him incredulously and then bursts out laughing. “You’re one morbid kid!”