My conversation with Chase:
Chase: “Mommy, I’m a puppy in a cage.” (Please note: he was inside of an upside down
laundry basket at this moment. Don’t ask.)
Me: “You’re a cute puppy.” (Frankly, everything he does is
cute- except for picking his nose and wiping his boogers on the back of my
shirt. Please tell me that stage will end soon.)
Chase: “This puppy needs a snack.”
Me: “What kind of a snack?”
Chase: “Oh, just a candy bar snack.”
Huh? Either I need to educate my child on what dogs actually
eat, or he was trying to outsmart me. Well
yeah, the puppy did end up getting a Snickers, but I will be smarter than him
next time.
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| Chase being a puppy in the laundry basket. Please don't call child protective services- he wanted to be trapped in there- I swear. |
Awkward (but necessary) rule of the day: Chase is no longer, under any circumstances,
allowed to eat snacks naked on the couch ever again. Apparently, Chase hasn't learned
that it isn't socially acceptable- or even acceptable in the privacy of your own home- to rub your
goldfish crackers one by one, on your junk before every bite. (I mean, every other bite would be fine, but
every bite is just ridiculous and disgusting.)
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