Saturday, December 28, 2013

Crocs

I have a giant box that Wm thinks is the perfect size for a Wm coffin.  So he likes to lay in it and pretend to be dead.  Totally normal stuff.

Wm also found fleece lined Crocs and will NOT take them off.  I got out of bed 10 minutes after he did, but he had already put them on and was running around the house.  Steve is horrified. You can see the offending footwear in his coffin picture above.  They were buy one get one free so we got him the next size up for when he outgrows these.  Wm LOVES him some Crocs.  Like...intensely loves Crocs. 

Also, this made me laugh quite a bit....
Wm: Why do you have to work on weekends sometimes, Daddy?
Steve: If we have a tournament, lots of people come and there's a lot of work to do!
Me: And Daddy is the Big Boss of tournaments so he has to be there to run the show.
Wm: Like you are the Big Boss of the family?
Me: Actually, Wm, families don't really have "bosses," it's more like-
Wm: Well, this family has a boss.  And it is Mommy.

No comments:

Post a Comment