He has decided that broccoli dipped in ketchup was not one of his better culinary endeavours.
I had no idea he could reach the cookie drawer until I found him hiding under the table stuffing the evidence into his mouth.
He somehow took off his pyjama bottoms and started swinging them around over his head like he was practicing for a hen party.
He spent the entire time at the park keeping one eye on the lawnmower to make certain it didn’t sneak up and eat him.
He has decided that everyone else in the library whispers just so they can better hear him shout.
Such a big noise comes out of such little lungs.
It is quite difficult to diaper a moving target.
It’s getting harder and harder to find where he stashes my phone.
I can’t remember the last time I had to set the alarm clock.
No matter how tight the velcro is he’s like Houdini when it comes to escaping from shoes.