STOP! (in the name of love)

so the other night i'm reading the boys a story.

(aww.  tender.)

unrelated picture of them playing with a box (pre-haircut, obvs)

in the middle of the story, tesla decides he wants to go get his blanket.  i tell him to go get it, and he races out of the room.  i keep reading aloud, "All tall, we all are tall." 

 when tesla hears that i'm continuing the story without him, he runs out of the room, blanket in hand.

"All small, we all--"

"MOMMY, DON'T SAY IT!"

i stop and crack up laughing.  he climbs back into my lap and then says, "Okay, go."

constant entertainment, those two.