Yesterday Ricky and Rusty were not getting along. It was just one of those days that come mid-summer when brothers have been around each other too much and tempers flare.
After a particularly unpleasant exchange – and a bit of a talking to from the parents – Ricky and Rusty had made up and were playing nicely.
Rusty approached Kevin and said, “Poppy, me and Ricky got it out good.”
Kevin wasn’t quite sure what that meant, so he asked, “What do you mean? Do you mean you worked it out?”
With a big smile Rusty said, “Yeah … we worked it out good!”
Ummm. Slightly different meanings …
But as long as the result is two happy boys, I’ll take it either way!