I started the day WAY too early, with my wonderful, cute, 3 year old son telling me it was morning and I should get up. When he said "pretty cheese with please Mom." I had to get up.
Then, I got to have some wonderful conversations with him:
Conversation 1
Him: "Mom, here."
Me: "What is this?"
Him: "A peice of my body, it came off when I scraped the wall."
Me: "Did it hurt?"
Him: "No, why would it hurt?"
Conversation 2
Him: "Mom, I cleaned my room a little."
Me: "Is it all the way clean?"
Him: "It's so clean that you won't hurt your toes tonight when you come cuddle."
Conversation 3
Me: "Sweetheart, these socks don't go in the pantry."
Him: "They aren't in the pantry."
Me: "Where are they?"
Him: "In the middle of the floor."
We'll see how tomorrow goes, but right now I am so happy that I was paying attention and got some pretty cheese.
I think he pretty much always in fine form! :) Just sometimes a little more than others.
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