Mr Destructo informed me the other day that bread is made out of paper, toilet paper and steam.
I wouldn't be surprised if Wonder is making it. Puts a whole new outlook on getting your daily fiber from bread.
Last night at dinner he cut out the middle man and was eating a Puffs with Lotion tissue.
Yeah. Tearing off big chunks at a time.
So, would that be a biscuit? And the lotion is the butter?
Boys.
After a while, his dad made him spit out what he was chewing and me in my eternal wisdom informed Mr D that the little wet chunks were spit wads.
I'm sure my neighbors and his preschool teacher thank me. This is their advanced warning.
The other day the S-man dumped baby powder all over his room while he was supposed to be taking a nap.
I took pictures. They'll come later.
He left no part untouched.
He's going back into his crib.
Also, the Rocker is kind of a stinker.
He absolutely refuses to stay a baby. When we lay him down, the little man lifts his head, trying to sit up! And he's a stander--I think he's bulking up for his all-too-near running days.
(Lolly propped him up.)In fact, I'm about to fire Lolly and her father as official helpers for encouraging the Rocker to
walk. As in, they hold his 3 1/2 month old hands and "walk" him across the room. I don't want a walking 6-month-old.
(Think he looks worried?)
My mom recommends we buy a house with an unfinished basement and line the walls with pads and wrestling mats. I'm all over that one.
Oh, and the Rocker is wearing 6-12 months pants because anything smaller cannot be induced to get past his thighs unless I grease them with butter.
Or Puffs with Lotion.
