The Sweet Husband

The Two Boys in my life

I litteraly do not stand a chance, dealing with these two men, one old, one young, one with two legs, one with four.
I had to work Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, so my two boys were left home alone to teach each other how to survive living with me.
The oldest one, the sweet husband, showed me how he would catch the youngest one, the not so sweet puppy, looking away from him,
 shove him with his foot, then when the puppy woke up, the sweet husband would lay his head back on his chair and pretend to be asleep.
This afternoon, the puppy bites me on the foot and when I look down at him, he rolls over on his back, all four feet in the air,
closes his eyes and lays there like he does when he's asleep.