Ma'am, this is not the bed's fault.
Ma'am, this is not the bed's fault.
3yo: Mommy, stop. Don’t bonk into that car.
Me: Okay, sweetie.
3yo: If you bonk into that car, you will break it.
Me:
3yo: Mommy, stop. Don’t bonk into that car.
Me: Okay, sweetie.
3yo: If you bonk into that car, you will break it.
Me:
Me: I’m cross stitching, baby.
3yo: No, you’re not. You’re knitting.
Me, looking down: Oh, okay.
Me: I’m cross stitching, baby.
3yo: No, you’re not. You’re knitting.
Me, looking down: Oh, okay.
3yo: I want a cheese!
Me: Can I help you open it?
3yo, whispering while pulling the wrapper off the cheese: No, I’m a big girl.
3yo: I want a cheese!
Me: Can I help you open it?
3yo, whispering while pulling the wrapper off the cheese: No, I’m a big girl.
Me: What? “Duck soap?”
3yo, pointing: Yeah, duck soap!
Duck Soap:
Me: What? “Duck soap?”
3yo, pointing: Yeah, duck soap!
Duck Soap: