Collin disappeared into the basement today and returned sporting the above ensemble. He thought it was necessary to dine on his lunch while clothed in full chef's regalia. Notice the cooking utensils in his apron pocket. He wore this for the duration of lunch before dumping it all on the kitchen floor for mom to pick up later.
Collin is seven now and it's dawning on me that sooner rather than later he's going to be way too cool to wear cute little costumes around the house.
In other news, Evan decided yesterday that he needed to urinate in a plastic drinking cup. He went into the bathroom, peed in the cup and dumped the contents into the toilet. This, of course, horrified me. I had him place the offensive item in the dishwasher and sent him to time out.
Then Craig got one of those "You wouldn't believe what your son did now" calls at work. His reaction was to laugh and state that this was a perfectly normal male behavior. "Did you pee in a cup when you were little?" I asked. "Probably," he answered. Hmmm.
Now, this is where my female thinking comes into play. Why on earth would you want to pee in a cup when we have four perfectly suitable bathrooms? Also, wouldn't it be more effort to pee into the cup, dump the contents into the toilet and then put the cup in the dishwasher than it would be to just pee in the toilet in the first place?
And men say they don't understand women.
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