Things I say all the time: “Let’s see here.” “Aw, MAN!” “I guess so.” And I would have had absolutely no idea I say these phrases except for… you guessed it… a two year old. It’s like looking in a mirror and realizing I have a horn growing from my forehead.
The boys are up late tonight because of jet lag and I’m just barely making it by because I haven’t really slept in 36 hours. So, I throw both of them together in Josh’s room. “You two… babysit each other.” I check in on them in a minute and they’re both “reading” quietly and playing in the same space without crying. I feel like Ashton Kutcher is going to jump out of the bushes and yell “PUNK’ED!!!!”
My convo with Josh this morning:
“Josh, did you watch ‘Cinderella’ with Taylor yesterday?”
Him: “Yeah.”
Me: “What was it about?”
Him: “Creatures. Dinosaurs. Butterflies. Caterpillars.”
Ok. I’ll give him most of it, but dinosaurs is a stretch.
Me: “I listened to a wiffle ball bouncing off the floor and walls all day long. It’s enough to make me completely mental.”
Dave: “Tell me, Clarice – have the lambs stopped screaming?”
There’s going to come a point at which we have to inform our son that dinosaurs are not alive anymore. Thanks a lot dinosaurs, you jerks.