Especially since I already used one that was something like, “Kids are weird”
Because, honestly? Kids are weird. I could write a post nearly every day based on that premise.
One day last week, Greg was out & about doing something, I was in the kitchen & the kids were playing (mostly) peacefully in the toy room.
Brock came busting into the kitchen & said, “Momma! I have to show you sumfing!” and then he ran into the living room.
I followed him & this is what I saw:
He wanted to show me that he sort-of figured out how to play his paddle ball.
Uh . . . well . . . I guess that could be considered the most interesting thing about that picture.
But just for argument’s sake, let’s review:
Toy Story-themed (soft) baseball bat?
Oscar the Grouch snow hat?
Again. An obvious check.
Part of Adrianna’s Halloween costume on Brown Dog’s head so he wouldn’t be left out of the fun?
I really really hope that he never ever finds my blog.
He will be bigger than me one day & he might remember posts like these.
But really, I can just count these embarrassing pictures as payback for the times that he yells (really loudly) in public, “Mom! You no have a penis, right? But I do. And so does Daddy! But you’re not a boy so you no have one. You onwy have a bottom.”