Well well well, lets see here. We were coloring and sweet boy #2 decided to color a Christmas tree. He worked at it for a little bit and then paused to peruse his artistic endeavor. He said “It’s a Christmas tree.” Then he stopped to look at it again and amended. “No, it’s a Christmas Squid!” He continued to color. Trains this time. And finally he explained the entirety of his masterpiece to his older brother. “This Christmas Train, and this Christmas Train, and this Christmas Train are connected to this Christmas Squid.”
Sweet boy #1 was showing off a scar to sweet boy #2 who promptly showed me an owie and declared: “This owie is turning into a scarf.”
Sweet boy #1 was looking at a picture of his daddy and said to me: “It is you. It has hair up to its eyes. Daddy has one hair.” I’m not sure where he developed that train of logic since the hunky hubby has absolutely tons of hair. It may look interesting at times but there is always lots of it.
And finally we have a winner. Sweet boy #3 has been a really easy and sweet baby. He sleeps and has a cheerful disposition. Well his morph into “Uber Toddler of Doom” is complete. Sweet boy #1 (who is over four years older than him) was innocently playing with a pot lid in the corner of the living room. Sweet boy #3 toddled up to him and snatched the pot lid right out of his hands. Sweet boy #1 screamed with anger and then sweet boy #3 promptly lunged in and bit him in the arm. I interceded and told sweet boy #3 to use “gentle touches”. Then I took his little hand and was preparing to help him give his brother a gentle pat. Instead, sweet boy #3 yanked the aforementioned cute little hand out of my grasp and whacked sweet boy #1 over the head! A toddler indeed.