Category TD2
Either someone told TD2 that a tummy ache was her Get Out of Jail Free card, or she took it upon herself to decide that. Either way, every conversation in our house now sounds like: Convo 1: T-Mommy/T-Daddy: Eat your… Continue Reading →
Me: Do you want to go to sleep in your room? TD2: No. Me: Do you want to go to sleep with Mommy? TD2: No. Me: Well, those are your only options: either sleep in your room or sleep with… Continue Reading →
Looking at a $1 bill: TD2: Daaaaddy!! Me: No, that’s the First President of the United States. TD2: *angry scowl* DAAAAAADDDDY!! Me: That’s Daddy? TD2: Yes! Me: Daddy’s the President of the United States? TD2: Yes! Daddy! 😀 And, there… Continue Reading →
T-Daddy: Drink your milk. TD2: *looks at T-Daddy* *picks up cup* *drops milk* Apparently she didn’t even look at her cup…..