Phillip just stormed in the house, really upset about something, and with a determined look on his face.
He was mumbling something under his breath about his sucker and the bad guy animal, aka our dog, Bruce, while looking around for something.
I asked him what was wrong, and he told me Bruce was being naughty. He said, “That bad guy animal is taking my stuff … without asking!” I am assuming he had something that he was pretending was a sucker.
He grabbed his toy rifle and said, “Don’t worry, I will get it back, Mom. Like John Wayne!”
He then disappeared back into the “wild” to reclaim what was rightfully his.
I love my kids’ imaginations, even with the help of John Wayne. :D