First he was climbing in and out of pots. Then he turned the frying pan into a guitar and insisted that we all strum. Now he is pretending it's a horn and runs around tooting.
He hasn't misbehaved enough to want to cook him. ;)
I’m Lady M. I write about my two little boys, Star Wars, vintage ballroom dancing, and octopuses. Cast of characters: My husband SwingDaddy, seven year old Q-ster (the little dude) and four year old Buster (the micro dude). Twitter ID: LadyMRules
7 comments:
are you COOKING your child?! that's barbaric! he's still wearing his vest, for goodness sake - everyone knows you have to peel him first! :-P
Kari's comment makes me think of that Shel Silverstein poem, "Ladies First!"
Ovens heat pans hot enough to kill most germs, so, eh. Just take the kid out first.
Another good rule is: "if no one sees it, it didn't happen."
This looks really familiar -- I was always torn between "Oh, how cute" and "Oh my God, the floor is so not clean enough for this."
Cuteness won out every time.
Love it! Oh my gosh, you're house looks like mine.
First he was climbing in and out of pots. Then he turned the frying pan into a guitar and insisted that we all strum. Now he is pretending it's a horn and runs around tooting.
He hasn't misbehaved enough to want to cook him. ;)
Hahaha! Oh, it's time for THIS phase, is it? Loud over there? :-)
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