As Tres (or as I have started calling him, The Tornado) was spilling a tuna fish sandwich all over the kitchen chairs the other day, I asked him to stop. Then with a bit more gusto, I (not quite yelled) STOP! As he continued to smear tuna into the cushions, I ran over to him, snagged the sandwich and said, "Baby, don't you know what stop means?"
"Go?" He answered.
That would explain so very much in our home.
1 comment:
that would explain much in my home too.
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