In the time it takes to bake a batch of cookies...

I was putting the last batch of cookies in the oven this afternoon and told Jack and Grant to go upstairs and get all the animals and barns out to play vet and I'd be up in 8 minutes.  The distraction of a football got the 2 involved in a game of catch which started out very kindly.... Grant, put you hands like this and yea Granty-boy, you did it, that's it, great job.  And ended up with Jack laying on top of Grant and speaking through gritted teeth... that's not right, quit it Grant, GRANT STOP, I told you how to do it.  Then BAM football to the head!  Now just in case you're feeling sorry for Grant, don't.  He had his hands on his hips, shaking his hiney and sassing Jack with nanny- nanny- boo- boo and all those sassy words he says with his tongue sticking straight out!  By the time the buzzer went off and I marched upstairs, all was forgotten and they were in their room with the lights off playing with some light up toys.  We did eventually play vet, complete with real water showers for all the animals and that went very well until....... Grant 'accidentally, on purpose' knocked down all of the tiny medicine bottles and baby animals that Jack had spent 30 minutes setting up...oh well. That's how we roll here at the Winger house :)  Hope you laugh as hard as I did while I was posting this :)