Overheard...

This exchange was prompted by the fact that slow as a slug Ticklebug was not in his room at 6:58 a.m. like usual staring at the floor while in varying states of undress.

MB: " Where's TB?'
DB: " I don't know. Maybe he died and Daddybug went to bury him."
MB: What? LOL (laugh out loud) Where did that come from?

Ticklebug was sitting in the living room dressed all the way to his shoes with a huge grin on his face. "I beat you, I win". Says the child who had just said earlier "I'm too tired to race".

I will let him win that one any day.