Ive told Tyler no less than 5 times this morning that were staying inside because its too hot. (Im also targeting Daxs thumb-sucking with duct tape and working on potty training because Im the meanest mom, ever.) So Ty coyly walks up to me and says Hi. Hi baby. What awe you doin? Im resting. What are you doing? Ty hangs his head in dramatic sadness. Oooh, Dax. So I think, oh crap, clean up in aisle 4, potty training is over for the day, but come on Ty, show me what happened. He walked me to the living room, head down the whole time, the toddler walk of shame. But Dax wasnt in the living room. Ty pointed to the door to the deck, where Dax was standing at the door trying to get the stupid door to open so he could get back in. Ooooh, but Tyler had deadbolted it. Oh, Dax, Ty tells me. No ousside. So sad. People ask me how they act together. This. This is how they act together. Like brothers always do. Brothers are assholes.
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 17:46:43 +0000
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