Remember that time when I wrote about nothing but stories about my kid and sleep? It drove even me crazy. Now all I’m doing is writing about my kid and sick. See… you don’t really want to be me. My life is so incredibly boring I don’t even want to be me.
I have minimal funny boy stories like this morning when the dining room smelled funny and I asked him if he farted. “nope.” Then cuts a big fahrt one. Gotta love boys. That is the extent of the funny in my house. Maybe you’d be interested to know that Steve the Cat has become his absolute bestest friend in the whole entire universe. So much so that Steve had to sit in the booster seat with the boy at breakfast this morning. Or Steve also must accompany aforementioned boy onto the potty should the boy willingly ever sit on the potty and not scream like a banshee. Not interested… didn’t think so.
Oh Oh! I could throw more google hits at you, but I think I recycled the piece of paper that had them all written down. So in lieu of something interesting to say here is a photo of the boy. My mother has this posted at her site really really big. Our agency coordinated started calling the boy a maverick after seeing this one. Yes… I have a whole lifetime of this look ahead of me. Come on, you know you want to be me.