This is partly how I spent my birthday…
… and it was great.
While drying his hair after his bath tonight, on the bed, surrounded by soon-to-be folded laundry:
(I throw the towel over his head)
A: Hell no! Don’t throw laundry on me!
OK, well that’s what Gwen & I thought we heard, but we didn’t ask him to repeat it! :)
The toilet training just isn’t going so well
The toilet training continues to go poorly. The conversations while he’s on the toilet, however, continue to be hilarious.
A: You have a bum, and Daddy has a bum, and I have a bum. We’re FAMILY!!!
and
G: The next time you go on the toilet and you pee, you get Smarties!
A: That way, no one gets hurt!
End of day 6. Work’s told me to stay away until the two people leaving for Paris have left. Still sick anyway.
Ugh.
But I get to hear gems like:
“Still sick daddy? Feeling much better? Feeling a little better?”
“Take your temperature, daddy?” — He’s actually become quite good at taking my temperature with the ear thermometer.
This one really got me: After being told that he was being silly, he says “I’m not silly, daddy! I’m funny!!!”
