*A photograph of each of my children, once a week in 2015*
Today was a rough day in the listening department. As I stopped his attempt to take his roller coaster car down the slide, apparently I gave him "scary eyes." He ran to his room crying that I scared him because I had scary eyes. I guess I have some magic eyes? Or they are bloodshot with bags from an exhausting week. Either way, score for Madre!
This one is quite the parrot lately. She was singing, "Poop! Poop! Poop!" like her brother in the bathtub tonight. She also chased her brother to his room as he was put there for a time out with her finger wagging in the air and yelling, "Go Coco!" However, the other day I gave her a stern warning to stop and she looked me straight in the eyes and yelled, "No, YOU STOP!"
Oh hell nah....