Today was Tooie's last day as a two-year-old boy. He's been doing a happy birthday dance every now and then, and then around about 1:30 this afternoon I guess he had to cut loose and act like a real two-year-old. While I was trying to do dishes and hold a baby, he was quietly standing on a stool in the bathroom playing with his sister's lipstick. With, depending on your perspective, horrible or glorious results.
Well, if he's going to be an imp, I'm at least glad he's an adorable imp. And maybe tomorrow, when he's three, the hijinks will be over.
4 comments:
Don't count on it!
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That made me laugh out loud!! How did he manage such a uniform covering?? Awesome!
Don't the pictures kill you? I know things won't be better at age three, but a mama can always hope.
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