On Saturday night, a friend of ours came over for dinner and a game of Killer Bunnies. The Boy wasn't nearly punchy enough to go to bed (and he was working on a "package" as they say in Bolivia), so we let him play by himself in the playroom attached to the dining room. All of a sudden, The Boy, normally shy around Eric, struts out of the playroom with his hands behind his back and makes a bee-line for Eric. MH asked him what he was doing and he gets close to Eric and reveals a toy hamburger and a toy knife. What was he thinking?
Then, last night The Boy continued to work on his package (as you know we have problems with this process and we have to give him suppositories every few days - which he often pushes out before they can work). When his papa tucked him in he said that he wanted to wait to poop until I got there (thanks). I tucked him in and went back to my work organizing our medicine closet (it is literally a closet in our bedroom... there are a lot of things you need medicine for here!) when MH whisper-shouts my name. I still don't know if it was because The Girl was sleeping or if because MH was horrified by what he found. I ran to The Boy's room to find that he had dropped trou and there on the floor was a turd the size of a coke can and The Boy was looking terrified. Then he points at the undissolved suppository and says, "I don't like that." What was he thinking?
And my favorite... here is a picture of how I found him during nap time the other day. That's his laundry basket he's in. WWHT?
