“Don’t kick the poopy diaper.”
I never in a million years would have thought that sentence would leave my lips. Today it did. I was changing Xavier’s diaper, which was, as I’m sure you’ve guessed by now, was *ahem* full. As I was setting it aside, he decided to kick at it. None of my kids have done this before, kicking at their used diaper while in the process of changing. I don’t know what it was about this time. I hope it’s a unique occurence.
Then, later, Xavier had me read one of his books to a stuffed animal. No, he didn’t want to listen in, but he did want to make sure I was actually reading to the stuffed animal.
Parenting is weird.