The kids are upstairs playing 'cowboy'. They come down only to check on me and tell me all about the game they're playing. I hear Bennett yelling, "BOSS. BOSS."
Naively, I think they're talking about me. So I cordially yell back, "What Honey?"
"Not you Mom, Chloe. She's the Boss."
"Oh. Why?"
"Cuz we're playing Cowboys and we're fighting the British. And she's the boss."
Head nod. At a loss for words.
Bennett continues, "Mom, my whole body is a booby trap."
Ahhh. I see. How so?
"Do you want to know my powers? Well, my freckles are burning hot spots. My belly button turns into a machine gun. My eyelashes are tenticles. My hair is fire. Skin is water. My teeth turn into shooting missiles and my nose can smell like a dog. See, it's all a booby trap. Oh ya, and my toots and burps knock people out. And I'm not really smart."
That's when Chloe pips in with, "I'm the Boss cuz I don't do anything wrong. My job is to keep them gathered and not let them do anything crazy."
That's when Gavin informs me of his powers, "My name is Super Cowboy and my powers are: can go thru anything, my hat can make me fly, I have a sonic gun, I have a lasso that makes things weightless and I have a flying dragon named Bingo."
Okay. Can I go now?
All I'm sayin is, I wouldn't want to be 'the British' right now.
