but know I shouldn't.
A tiny Zoe climbing up onto the full size toilet, squeezing out a few drops, then triumphantly throwing both arms in the air and squealing, "I doe pee-pee!!!!"
Robert throwing a massive fit because I actually made him pick up the toys he played with earlier, and as I point out the things he needs to pick up he screams and stomps away saying, "STOP TALKING MOMMY!" Then when he tries to throw his shoes in the middle of the living room instead of where they belong, he says, "Stop talking! I hate this!" Touche my little man. I hate this picking up too.
No comments:
Post a Comment