After a horrible day of his mean ole mom making him clean his mess in the playroom, doing his homework, being nice to his sister, not making a mean face when asked to do said items...
eating this nasty dinner.
You would of thought I scooped up poop and said eat up.
It just must have been a horrible day for him cause last night he made his own bed...
in the pack and play.Complete with a baby beanie.
Being a baby was a piece of cake!
I fed him, clothed him, changed his diapers, kissed him, played with him.
He laughed at me, cooed at me, gave me slobbery open mouthed kisses.
Those sure were the glory days, till I became mean ole mom!
He had such a rough day he just needed to go back when things were good around here.
Poor guy.
Maybe today I'll be nice and I'll pick up his mess, and do his homework and give him candy for dinner.
Do you hear the sarcasm in my voice?!?
Oh to be a kid again!