He had whined and demanded oatmeal the whole time we were getting dressed. I mostly ignored, reworded, and redirected. By the time we got downstairs I finally got a straight “May hab O-meal for brekist peeze?” out of him. (We’re working on manners and asking polite questions. I must say ” ‘I want’ is not [...]
I guess I should be pleased that we made it 28 months into parenting before something was graffitied.
{This kid, man. He keeps me on my toes.} We don’t lick the computer. No, there’s no Daddy milk in Daddy’s nipples. Please keep your finger out of your bottom. Pearl doesn’t like it when you use your hammer on her. You’re right, if you went outside without pants on, your pee pee would get [...]
I can’t even say the word g-r-a-p-e-s in my own house. Well, I can’t say that in my own house if I don’t have anything with which to back it up. (Pardon me for still ending that sentence with a preposition, but ‘up with which to back it’ just sounds pretentious.) If I were to [...]
