“Daddy, who are rock and roll?”
Best question ever.
His newfound love for the bubble-wrap tap-dance artform may not be shared by the downstairs neighbors.
I never thought I’d see someone naked run through my livingroom waving a tube of toothpaste.
I don’t even know where he found the box of animal crackers he’s been following me around the house waving.
He waddled into the livingroom this morning holding an empty juice carton to the side of his head whilst having a very animated telephone conversation on it.
In the thirty seconds it took the little girl in playgroup to get her toys to show him, he managed to stuff her entire snack in his mouth.
Nothing is a quicker wake up than stepping on a day old banana slice whilst barefooted.
He spent the morning playing a new game he seems to have invented involving a soccer ball and a whisk. It looked a bit like hockey except naked.
He has definitively reached the “If I can’t hear him, he’s up to no good” phase.
He decided I didn’t have enough toys in the tub while I was bathing so he tossed in a handful of cotton balls, a squeaky plastic giraffe, and an Ipod for me to play with.