Again

As I was cleaning up from breakfast this morning I heard the thuds and giggling of Mackenzie and Aiden wrestling in the hall.

I turned around in time to see Aiden running into the kitchen holding his leg. "Mama! I hurt my leg," he said emphatically pointing to the nonexistent spot on his leg.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes," was his reply.

"How did you do that?" I inquired.

"I was tackling Mackenzie."

"Well," I said trying to end it, "don't do that any more."

Aiden turned from me and ran back into the hall screaming, "Kenzie! You want to do that again?"