How About Some...?

I was cleaning the kitchen about a week ago and Dylan walks in and asks me "how about some grapes"? I am laughing hysterically because I've NEVER heard him ask for anything like that before! I fix him his bowl of grapes and then call Mom (since D had just returned from a trip there I figured he picked that up from her and PeePaw).

I ask her if she'd been saying that to D and of course she reminds me about the weekend they were visiting and Dylan asked for some juice and I said "how about some water?". Sooo, it's all me, apparently.

So now he'll say "how about some milk?" and I'll say "no" and then he'll say "how about some juice?" and I'll say "how about some water?" and he'll say "NO mommy". So that is where we're at. This also goes with snacks. He usually starts with grapes or cheese and continues down through pretzels, chips, biscuits (still haven't broken him of that Brit speak), and raisins.

This child...

Another potty story of sorts

After Taylor the cat was shipped back to the states, I cleaned out his room. I emptied the plastic containers we used for his litter boxes and put them out in our recycling bin.

As I was on my way to pick up Dylan from his playgroup, I noticed that the people next door had some maintenance workers fixing something. I looked closer and noticed that they had one of Taylor's litter boxes over there and had filled it with water to wash something.

After puking a little in my mouth, I rolled down the window to let them know that the box they were using was where my cat used to take a crap. I had not washed it out at all, just emptied the litter into the trash.

After several failed explanations, I finally said, "my cat used to shit in that box where your hands are"! A look of comprehension finally crossed his face.

"Sorry, madam, do you need it back?"

I just smiled, said "no thanks", and drove off.

It's good to be back in the states.