Grif: Dad, you count with Leyton and I'll go hide on the couch downstairs
under the blanket. Then come find me.
I think he's missing the point of Hide and Seek....
Me (lay on a heavy dose of sarcasm): Wow Grif, I can't believe I found you
on your bed under the blanket for the sixth time in a row.
I was playing Hide and Seek with him and was carting Leyton around while we hid and searched for Griffin.
Me to Steph: Leyton is killing me. He's all heavy breathing and making
noise and stuff.
noise and stuff.
Maybe I'm too competitive about hide and seek with a three year old.
After his arm fell asleep he woke up with "pins and needles"
Grif: Stop that sound in my hand.
After eating half a bag of Cheetos:
Grif: Look Mom! Cheeto hand.
After he got in trouble:
Grif: Daddy, why are you using your big voice?
At Church:
Grif: Dad, who lives here?
Me: Jesus. This is his house.
Grif: Well, then where is his bed?
Me: Steph, This one is all you.
Me: Steph, This one is all you.
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