#1 Bunny got a haircut today. Her stylist's name? Jana Bendova
#2 JD had a #2 accident today at grandma's house. The consequence? The only bottoms she had that would fit were girl's panties.
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#1 Bunny got a haircut today. Her stylist's name? Jana Bendova
#2 JD had a #2 accident today at grandma's house. The consequence? The only bottoms she had that would fit were girl's panties.
My 32-month-old daughter is calling me, "Dude."
I am not going to stop Bunny from dipping tortilla chips into her water, then eating the chips, then drinking the water.
Aside from the inherent disgustingness of it, there is nothing dirty about it. Carry on, my terrible 2-year-old. Experiment away.
For blogging purposes, I will call Bunny's preschool teacher Ms. Polar Bear because Bunny is in the "Polar Bear Room."
While picking Bunny up today, Ms. Polar Bear recalled this story from earlier in the day.
Ms. Polar Bear said that she was working with Bunny about being a good listener and taught Bunny about "listening ears."
In talking about being a good listener, Bunny (who will be 3 in May), said, "Please don't tell Daddy."
I like a little fear in my kids. It means I'm doing my job, not being their friend. And her exclamations of, "Daddy!" when I pick her up from preschool show me that she loves me. I'll be her friend when she's graduated from college.
JD: Dad, what are you eating?
Me: pirate booty and a sandwich
JD: you like pirate booty?
Me: I do. It's yummy.
JD: (between licks of his hands) my hands are yummy, too!
Ever had Pirate's Booty? Good stuff. Slightly less bad-for-you than cheetos, possibly more addictive.