This morning, Beaker and Billy were both jumping on me. It had snowed and they wanted to go out and play. I was half asleep, and jokingly told them they had to shovel. Work before play and all that. I made some coffee and peeked out at them. I honestly didnt think they took me serious!
I told them to stop "spoonin" and go play. Beaker let out a "Whoop" and told Billy they were going to make a snow chicken. Poor Billy- he is just so cute, and goes along with anything Beaker says. I should have known better when I heard the words "snow chicken".
They decided to have a snowball fight. Beaker let Billy throw first. Billy's aim was pretty good, and there was a Billy sized snowball splat on Beaker's head.
Then Beaker threw a snowball at Billy. Beaker is stronger than he thought. And Billy is just a little lightweight.
I reminded Beaker to play nice. He wanted to go sledding, but they needed a hill. He found the only hill he could, and wanted to race Billy.
Sometimes being the smaller, lighter one has it's advantages: