Finally it is my turn! I have been chomping at the binky to write to you Daddy but Mommy has been hogging up this place for days.
I wanted to tell you I’m a man now Daddy.
It all started the other day on the way to Mommy’s teeth time. ‘Member when you called at too-late-to-cancel time and said you couldn’t meet us to ride us up and down, up and down the elevator while they were washing Mommy’s teeth? Bummer about the elevator but I knew this would be my time to shine, felt it in my diaper.
We were so good while that lady had her hand in Mommy’s mouth, Mommy watched us with that eye in the side of her head (little creepy if you ask me) and could not believe it. We played nice and nice and nicer. But then, I saw my moment… just my size shiny tools, sitting on that table, asking me to pick them up.
The wall did not have a hole but it needed one.
I got a good POUND, POUND, POUND (or BANG, BANG, BANG, whatever you prefer) in before that lady could get her hand out of Mommy’s face, putting a big squash to my construction project.
Such a shame.
Spent the rest of Mommy’s teeth time high up in that chair, stuck on Mommy’s lap, looking down her big mouth with the lady’s hand inside. Can you spell BORING? I can’t but if I could I would do it now.
So I was almost feeling like a man Daddy and then I had the golden opportunity of my toddler lifetime. Even though one of Mommy’s super powers is her bladder of steel, she had drank too much coffee before her teeth wash so had no choice. We pulled us all into the potty room and I struck gold once again… got on my tummy and gave myself a scoot-push right under our wall.
OOOOH-WEEEEE, Daddy! This was NOT what I scooted for… found myself looking up at a sitting, gray curly hair lady, with those long rolly brown socklegs saying “Oh my! Where did you come from? Well aren’t you cute.”
I was NOT thinking the same thing, Daddy. Could I have at least gotten a tall blonde out of my first sliding and entering? Boy was I happy when Mommy grabbed me by my feet and pulled me back from my misery, saying “sorry, sorry, sorry” to that gray haired-flowery skirt lady who was way more amused than me. Vision be gone! Isn’t that what you say Daddy?
Going to be seeing that when I close my eyes at naptime for sure.
It was worth it though, two stunts in one day. After months of quiet study, my talent is appearing.
Gotta go figure out how to get these jammies unzipped… I’m sure I’ve got a chest hair or two.
Sawyer (feel free to call me “the Man”)
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