I'm often tired, cranky, short-tempered, and easily upset, but Alex never fails to make me laugh. I know I should punish him for some of the things he says and does, but it's really hard to look stern when I can barely keep from laughing.
I took a shower earlier and in my haste to get dressed left a puddle on the bathroom floor. Ten minutes later my son yells down to me "Mom, I think the F-ing cat peed on the bathroom floor!" (he said the actual word).... What's a mother to say?
He's four. He thinks everything should be done by the time he counts to three. He hates getting stuck in traffic. He's a constant backseat driver. He wants his own laptop (a real one, not the toy Papa bought him a couple years ago). He repeats most of what he hears at the most inopportune moments. He wants a job so he can make some money. He loves to snuggle. He has crushes on numerous girls at school. He eats ketchup with everything, even carrots. He always comes down before bed for a hug and a kiss. He knows what an octagon is, but claims to not know which drawer his clean underwear are in. His attitude and back talking make me want to scream, but then he looks up at me with those big blue eyes and asks for a hug and I melt.
I don't know how I got to have such a child, but I wouldn't trade him for the world.,
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