Tag Team

I was in the kitchen again. Ridge was asleep. Charly & Cobb were playing some spy game together. I hear. . .

Charly: I'll be the looker

I hear a series of whispers between Cobb & Charly, and then the sound of the M&Ms rattling in the bowl on the bar. I turn towards the sound only to hear a thud of feet landing on the ground and two pairs feet hurrying into my bedroom from different directions.

Me: Cobb & Charly! You better be in front of me by the time I count to three. One, two. . .

Both kids stood in front of me with guilty faces and hands behind their backs. I hold my hand out in front of me. They both put handfuls of M&Ms into my hand. My sweet honest Cobb followed up with. . .

Cobb: We were sneaking you together. Sorry Mom. Can we have some M&Ms?

At least they're learning about team work. Maybe next time it will be more productive.