He finally learned how to open lids. Too bad we glued this one on.
Sort of awkward…but Cole looked at me and said as clear in a tone that I swear sounded like James Earl Jones..”That’s what I’m gonna do to you…cupcake.”
As soon as Cole saw his car, he jumped in and yelled “See ya losers!”. Joke was on him though. We put the car together according to the optional “Philly Style” directions — so three tires were missing and the fourth was booted for an erroneous parking ticket.
We told Cole the cats were run over by a UPS truck that was delivering extra flu shots to our house for bad boys that don’t eat their vegetables — and that we were having a service in the kitchen.
I am not sure why he was smiling before he got around the corner and saw his birthday gifts…
Drinking and driving is a bad thing. He quickly said he was only a passenger and then flipped me off as his mom pulled him away.
We told him upfront that he wasn’t going to bed until he ate with a spoon. It took the better part of three days, but he got there.
We were discussing the Diapers.com return policy when we realized the house was awful quiet…it only took a few minutes to find Cole trying to close up a box with one of our cats in it. We are both going to assume the cat crawled into the plastic bag before it got in the box….
He kicked into a rendition of YMCA….and I think I heard him humming “It’s Raining Men” as he nodded off to sleep.
Cole didn’t burst into flames when he went outside. The downside was that the reflection off of him permanently blinded a few of the guests at the party we were attending.
Win some. Lose some.
His excitement came to an abrupt end when he realized that “you look hot” means “we need to use the rectal thermometer again.”
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