Let me tell you about my two year old.
The kid thinks he’s Spiderman. He’s out to get every bad guy and every monster out there, and I get to be his side kick. But he just doesn’t understand why his “webs no work???”
Yesterday at the grocery store, I found several additional items in my cart as I went to check out. He insisted he needed more Spiderman “Sippy Pups”, Lucky Charms, and several Tootsie Rolls. Sneaky little devil.
And a few days ago he told me to “Take a deep breath mom.”
Really? Take a deep breath mom? Who’s kid is this?
Certainly not mine. Because I don’t eat chocolate for breakfast. Ever. Not even when I’ve got these Gooey Chocolate Butter Cookies sitting on my counter.
He’s not my child at all.