Trying to explain to Colin why his favorite superheroes wear their underwear on the outside of their pants. "They just do," and "No, you can't wear them to school like that" are the best I can do before coffee.
Colin has been saying, "I need to go to my birthday party!" all day. His birthday is in December. It is October. How many times and in how many ways can I explain this before my brain melts?
Picture day at school & Colin is the only boy there without slicked back hair & a button-down shirt. I was just happy he was willing to get dressed at all and then decided on a Superman t-shirt today because it represents what he actually looks like these days.
I've been saying, "What the heck" a lot lately, insead of other possible swearing, in attempt to clean up my act in front of the kid who repeats everything.
Today Colin dropped his water bottle on his foot and yelled, "What the fuckin' heck!"
At the lion exhibit at the zoo, Colin pointed to the female. "Wassat?" "That's a girl lion." I said. "The boys have a lot of hair on their heads. Girl lions don't have that hair." "Oh," said Colin. "I finked it was a tiger."