Now that K is two, I can see that every day takes him one step closer to becoming a man. That’s why I am super-glad that my husband is around to raise him up in his image.
This morning I brought K into bed with me after he woke up. He was in a particularly silly mood, so after jumping on my spleen a few dozen times he started speaking in tongues.
“Whoopeehoo!” he declared, his foot in my face.
“Babbaddappa, Max and Ruby!” he chortled as he poked a finger in my eye.
“Buncha crap!” he yelled as he gut checked me with his elbow.
Now, this one caught my ear because as I posted before, my husband claims that I am the one who taught K the word “crap”. Today, however, by declaring, “Buncha Crap!” I achieved (more…)