B is at Grammy's tonight, so G took the opportunity to pilfer B's side of the car when I picked him up this afternoon.
"I had this first! I had it first!" he yelled, lest I try to get B's stuff back for his absent brother.
"What is it?"
"I got hookers! I got hookers!"
"Let me see?"
"They 'rasers." Erasers. Conversation heart, scented erasers that were in the goodie bags the boys and I made for B's class and for the other kids at the sitters--mostly because we had enough left over. Hopefully none of the twenty-some kids we gave those erasers to tried to eat the scented "candy".
"Did you call them hookers?"
"Yeth. They Hooker's!"
HOOKER'S! MRS. Hooker's, B's reading teacher. B had brought hers home because he didn't give it to her.