My two boys, being close in age, have a lot of clothes that look interchangeable, with only a slight difference in size. This means that they regularly wear each others’ clothes and my older boy will come out in high-water pants while my younger son has pants that drop around his ankles because he’s not wide enough to hold them up. The only time this becomes an issue is when the mix up happens with their underpants. It’s not a big deal for my younger son, but when my five-year-old comes out in 3T briefs, I start to worry. Now that they mostly dress themselves, I don’t discover anything until bedtime, or when my older boy’s eyes start bulging out of his head. That’s when I do a quick clothing label check and then suggest that he and I go back to the dresser and maybe pick something that would help him breathe better.
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My kids were watching a children’s show about incredible animal skills. They got to the elephant and were explaining that the elephant can actually use the tip of its nose to pinch and pick up things – “what a great feature, to be able to use its nose as a hand !”
Big deal, I think. My kids have been blurring the line between hand and nose for years…
Before having kids, a good morning was one where I would leisurely read the newspaper, watching the sun come up over the city skyline and mountains in the background, sipping a hot cup of coffee.
Now, a good morning is one during which I manage to get all three kids out the door without swearing.
I don’t believe my three year old is unique in that he has zero filter and no control over the volume of his voice. This can quite regularly lead to awkward conversations in public places. Today, however, I found an instance where this wasn’t the case.
Two of us were out for lunch at a pizza place and he had to go to the bathroom. This place has two separate unisex bathrooms so we get the key and go into one of them. I help my son go pee and get him set up with soap, water, and a paper towel at the sink and then it’s my turn. As I’m standing there doing my business, he looks over at me and says in his not-so-sotto-voce, “Daddy, your penis is HUGE!!!!”
Ya, I can’t really complain about that one.