This morning Dan and I were exaggerating a kiss, loud smoochy noises, and rubbing each others backs, the kids love this.... in a disgusted sort of way.

The girls giggled, peeking out from between fingers that they had spread over their faces, Paige stood between our legs (she doesn't like to share her Dad) and tried to pry us apart. Ty fell back on the couch and yelled "get the broom!"

Dan and I laughed and thought it was an interesting thing to say..... a broom? okay, whatever.

It wasn't until later when we were talking about it that we think Ty might have meant "get a room!". Which I think he may have heard on the movie Freaky Friday. Oops, oh well, he obviously does not understand the concept completely.