Getting Todd ready so we could head to Santa Barbara this morning: I had to wash his face so I dragged him into the bathroom, washcloth in hand. After I was done wiping his face, I searched in vain in the bathroom drawers for the lotion for his dry face. Todd tried to point out that there wasn't any there, but I persisted in looking. Finally I gave up and went to the kitchen, where I knew there was lotion for sure. Todd rubbed it in my face: "See? I told you it was in the kitchen!"
I tried to defend myself by telling him I needed to wash his face first. To which Todd patiently pointed out: "You can use the kitchen sink!!"
Later that night, when we were reading bedtime stories, Todd took it upon himself to read some of the Clifford (the big red dog) stories to Happy, Daddy's stuffed dog. When Daddy made Happy wave and say "Hi" to the dogs in the story, Todd replied: "They can't talk! That's just a picture!"
And at the end of the day? As he was getting ready to sleep? He denied Daddy's "old man"-ness, saying to me: "Daddy is young! YOU are old!" ... much to Daddy's great joy, of course ;-)
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