The Kiddo

Is particularly adept at stealing my phone.  He squirrels it under the bed-covers so he can pound it with his fist and watch the buttons light up - at least until someone answers and says “HELLO?” – at which point he doesn’t want it anymore.  

Is also fond of sitting on top of me while I’m trying to write.  He rests his hand near my laptop’s touchpad, waiting for his chance to press a random button while I’m preoccupied with choosing The Right Word.  This usually results in his hitting the caps lock, and then my writing COMES OUT LOOKING LIKE THIS.

Is offended by the concept of rice pudding.  If I decide we’re going to have rice pudding rather than chocolate, he climbs into the kitchen cabinet under the sink and slams the white laminate door behind him.  I intentionally left those cabinets empty so we could store large toys in them.  I never intended for them to become his personal fort.  To each his own.

Is an artist.  Like his mama, of course.  He likes to paint the windows using my brushes and a cup of water.  He also likes to lick the water off later, but we don’t talk about that.

Is still confused by the toilet.  Don’t get me wrong, he likes to pretend to use the big toilet (as opposed to the froggy-bowl Fisher Price thought he should pee in).  Only he doesn’t actually use the toilet, he just climbs on and off so he can look inside and see if anything happened yet.  Followed by repeated flushing.

Is currently wearing a shirt as pants.  He wiggled his waist through the neckline so the whole thing comes off as a sort of skirt with arms. That's my que.

Got any stories you'd like to share about your kiddo?