Friday was one of those weird days where D (the three year old) did and said things that kept me on my toes.
It started when he came down the stairs in the morning telling me he was mad at me.
“Because you turned me blue.”
He woke up angry at me for turning him blue in his dream. In his dream, people. His dream!
“Oh, well, I’m sorry about that. Wasn’t it great being like a smurf?”
Um, ok. At least he knows his colors. I could have turned him polka dot.
A few hours past and I was watching a show where someone got a statue of a poodle.
“Look, Mommy. It’s a moose.”
“No, kiddo. It’s a poodle.” This one actually made me giggle for a while. Also, it reminded me that we need to go to the zoo again, soon.
A little later, this needed to happen.
It was too quite. D had gone to the bathroom and I was really hoping that he was going in there to try to go, you know? He still refuses to potty train.
Nope. He had the Wookie, aka Rookie, in the cat box walking in the litter. At least it was a part of the box that hadn’t been used, yet.
I washed the guy in serious cleaner and then rinsed in super hot water.
Being a Mom is never dull, that’s for sure. I wouldn’t have it any other way.