Wednesday, January 20, 2016


Last night, I saw my little toddle-monster put something in his mouth.  I asked, “DJ, what’s in your mouth?” In one swift motion, he spit into his hands, put them behind his back, and without missing a beat, looked me in my eyes and said, “What mouth??”  I think I died for a good five minutes.  All I could do was stare at him.  I couldn’t utter a word.

He keeps me laughing.  Half the time, it next to impossible to keep myself composed.  This video is the talk we had before I put him on some big boy pants for the day.  It was supposed to be a simple conversation that we have had many times previously.

“Where are you supposed to pee?”
“In the toilet.”

This time, it wasn’t so simple.


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