Andy's best friend Wesley was here for the day to play with him. Andy was thrilled. So thrilled, in fact, that he couldn't tear himself away from Wesley to go take a pee. But of course I knew he had to pee because he was doing the pee pee dance.
Me: Andy! Go pee!
Andy: I don't want to.
Me: Go pee!
Andy: I'm not going to!
Me: GO. PEE. NOW.
Andy: Alright!
He peed, but he was so unable to focus on the task at hand that he whizzed all over the bathroom floor. I was not happy. I made him clean it up.
Me: Andy, watch where you're peeing next time. That's disgusting.
Andy, defiantly: Well I'm not ashamed. And it's not my job to clean up everything.
Friday, January 27, 2012
the apple didn't fall far
"Why does Daddy talk so much? He talks for a long time and it waste-ez my time."
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
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