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!!!”
Faced with an suddenly oncoming police car today, driving the wrong way in our lane about 50 feet away, lights flashing and siren sounding:
Simultaneously:
Anthony: Oh, this is interesting… (frantically pulling over to the curb lane, downshifting, and signalling too)
Gwen: Oh my God, what is he doing?!?
Aidan: Look! A police car! Awesome!
