Somehow, the waving 'down' motions that Don made only made Myron grin bigger, like the cat that just got the cream. "Are you going to threaten me with a Time Out soon?" he asked him, laughter sparkling in his eyes and threatening to slip from his lips.
"Well, that's because I'm his favourite Uncle." Of the non-related variety, but really, he might as well have been a genuine Uncle. The Weird Sisters were like family, after all. They even bickered like family, a lot of the time. Like honest to goodness brothers.
"If that," he agreed, reaching down to pat one of them on the head. Because they were at the perfect height for head patting. And their hair was so soft. Why was what? Why did little kids have such soft hair?
"I think they want us to play," Myron said with a grin to Don, before he was climbing over the gate (because he was not three feet tall!) and wandering in after them, so sit down with the triplets and join them in their building. Sometimes, he was just a giant kid at heart.