Each night, I spend a few minutes alone with each of my boys snuggling in bed. I had finished up snuggles with Griffin and was in Brennan's room, when Griffin burst into the room.
"Brennan! It's loose! Look!" Griffin exclaims with excitement as he wiggles one of his teeth back and forth.
"You're right! It is!" Brennan replies in confirmation.
Griffin nods. "Maybe I'm not a vampire after all."
"G, time to go to bed. Back to bed!" I order, but after he leaves the vampire comment strikes me and I turn to Brennan to ask, "What did he mean about the vampire thing B?"
"Oh, Griffin has very long canine teeth Momma. Haven't you noticed?" B says.
I shake my head no as Brennan continues, "And no one else in the family has such long canine teeth. Except, let me see your teeth!"
I open my mouth for Brennan's inspection. He nods his head in affirmation.
"Yeah, see, you don't have such long canine teeth. Just Griffin. So we think that maybe he could be a vampire. Except now, if the canine vampire teeth come out, maybe he isn't?"
I had nothing to say. I've got a four year old vampire with an exceptionally large vocabularly living in my house. It's like Twilight for the preschool set.
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