Daddy Steve: The other day Rhoda came upon Mikko, Tyler, and Blake working out in their 'gym.'
Rhoda: What are you guys doing?
Tyler: >Ahem< We're doing boy stuff.
Mikko: Yeah, boy stuff.
Mikko: No! Boxing! I'm practicing my footwork. You know...'float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.'
Rhoda: You look more like a Junebug to me.
Tyler: Why don't you just run along now.
Rhoda: Those are cool-looking gloves. Can I try them on?
Mikko: Oh, alright. But you know, these aren't the kind of gloves you wear to tea parties.
Mikko & Tyler: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Tyler: Mikko! Are you okay?!
Mikko: Huh? Wha' happen?
Blake: You look like you're seeing stars; like in the cartoons.
Rhoda: Sorry about that. I didn't mean to hit you so hard.
Mikko: Um, what? No, I just lost my balance. That's all. I barely felt it.
Tyler: Yeah, he barely felt it.
Blake: Looked to me like he sure felt it.
Mikko: Ah, hey, Rhoda, ah, let's not tell any of the others about this, okay?
Rhoda: Sure thing. And just for the record: I'm not the kind of girl who goes to tea parties.
Extra-special thanks (with cherry on top) to Marti Murphy for the boxing gloves!