We went to the doctor yesterday. When we got into the office, Ethan shook the doctor's hand, they made small talk, then Ethan said, very seriously and with one finger out... "you tell those monkeys no jumpin' on the bed?" The Good Doctor rolled with it - an obvious match for pediatrics.
THEN, on our way outta there... Fayetteville's finest motorcycle cop pulled this mama over for going 34?.. who knew it was 25... and Ethan FREAKED OUT. "Mama! There's a policeman at our car!!! He got mittens! He got a helmet! Ooooh! He got flash lights on! Policeman talkin' to you mama? Hey policeman! I Ethan policeman! I see your mittens? I see your mo-cycle? Like your sunglasses. He got boots on!" You know that sucker didn't say a word to my baby. Come on. He did let me off with a warning, which was generous... but he could have at least acknowledged his mega-fan in the backseat.
We're on day three of dry underpants at school. We're also half-way done with a pound of m&ms. Twoyearsago Erin would have never stood for such behavior. She's come to her senses.
Seems like this should be Friday already...
E