My words, but not my mouth

The beginning of summer is always fun and always takes some adjustments.  Our little house is not immune from such things.   A conversation between Ricky and Billy this morning kind of sums up what it has been like.

Ricky:  Billy, I’m going to count to three and you have to pick up those toys.   One …

Billy:  Love you too much to argue!

Ricky:  Two …

Billy:  Love you too much to argue!

Ricky:  Three!  Now go to your room!

Billy:  No!  Love you too much to argue!

(In my defense, I do give them longer than three counts to clean up.)