From the mouth of babes

B: I didnt know animals could talk. (watching Over the Hedge.)

B: Mommy. Can I run in the bathroom?
M: Um. Yeah? Are you gonna run around in circles?
B: Yep!

B: mmmm. Ice (cicle taken off of front of car) tastes good.


I’m Calling Shenanigans!

Pshaw! You may think a woman scorned is not to be trifled with. But let me tell you, that pales in comparison to a 3 1/2-year-old whose routine has been messed with. Unforgiving, that was Bean tonight. Of course, we should have known better but she was having such a good time at the baseball game.  I mean, there was ice cream in a hat!  Moonwalks!  Music!  Did I mention the ice cream? IN A HAT?!

But she isn’t entirely night trained potty-wise, so there had to be an exchange of underpants for a pull-up, even after she fell asleep in the car.  And that my friends, that is where it all went horribly wrong, where the chaos of the universe was made obvious to all present.

Routine people.  Preschoolers like their routine.   Like little OCD fascists.  Also, they like to have their cake and eat it too.  Who knew?