One night last week after several repeated attempts to put the three-year-old in bed, he was again standing beside my rocking chair as I nursed the baby. I told him, “If I have to put the baby down to get you back in bed, I’m gonna spank your little bottom.”
“My bottom’s not here, Mom.”
“It’s not?”
“Nope.”
“Where’d it go?”
He turned around, then peeked back over his shoulder at me with a look that said you’re so silly Mom, I can’t believe I have to tell you, “Right here.”
And that’s called survival of the cutest.
Ah-ha! I wondered why I hadn’t seen much posted by you over the last little while. I didn’t know about your adorable new baby, which explains it all – Congratulations!