It's no secret that I have a serious addiction to Dr Pepper. I've tried to quit throughout the years - I've even been successful from time to time - but with BB copying my every move, now really is the time to kick the habit for once and for all. Especially after what happened last night:
Scene: 8:47 p.m., our office/guest bedroom, Billy on computer, me sitting on bed, BB downstairs throwing my empty can of Dr Pepper away. BB returns, proud as can be, talking a mile a minute, with a new can of Dr Pepper.
"Me strong boy (flexes muscles). Open refrigerator. Get you pop. Me share with you. Open, mom. Please."
That's a whole paragraph. (Right? More than 3 sentences of related thought is a paragraph?)
Billy and I stared at BB with our mouths hanging open. Um. Wha? Did BB just a. open the refrigerator by himself for the first time, b. flex his muscles, c. think to bring me a new pop on his own and d. say please without being asked? Who is this kid?
I didn't need a pop at 8:47 p.m. BB doesn't need pop at all. But I did what any good mom would do - I opened it. Then I painted his toenails: