(The family is in my dressing area, and I'm combing the boys hair for school. Ethan is waxing rhapsodic about what he wants to be for Halloween -This process starts in early summer at my house- to the point where Aaron and I are a little eye roll-y about it. Aaron makes eye contact with me in the mirror; he gives me an "I got this" kind of look and interrupts his brother.)
Ethan. But if I'm Indiana Jones again, I want to have his satchel, whip and hat, unless mom can find the Annakin Sywalker from the Clone Wars--
Aaron. If you don't shut up about it, Mom'll make you be a clown.
Ethan. (is distracted for 2 seconds) Ew. (Goes right back into rhapsodizing) Or maybe Commander Rex--
Aaron. (mutters) A clown with a bloody nose it is.
In other news, Safety patrol is KILLING ME.
Now that's ironic.