When our youngest was about three she came into our bedroom one night wanting something. As she was supposed to be in bed, we told her no and go back to bed. She looked at us for a minute and then stomped out and slammed the door. A split second later, she re-opened the door and then slammed it twice as hard/loud and then stomped off to bed. I was belly laughing in bed as Mrs. BB61 was asking me if I was going to let her act that way. Yep.

Our 19 year old, when she was about 18 months, was playing in the hallway when it got really quite and then a bit later my wife heard water running in the bathroom sink. She didn’t think anything about it for a minute or two and then got to wondering what was going on. She walks into the bathroom and finds her in her birthday suit sitting in bathroom sink (how she got in it we don’t know) with the water running, nearly to the top of the sink using all the tooth brushes in the cabinet to stir her poop/pee/water soup mixture. She was as happy as could be. Kids.

My big one was maybe two and a half...still no taller than a baby gate. I was going to get him that day and the lady, told me Matt had something g to show me. Jerri takes Matt’s ball and drops it over the baby gate where he can’t get it.

Matt says, “ god.... dammit” as the ball rolls into another room...

I look at her dead in the eye and say, “ I have told his momma not to say that.” Mind you, I’m standing there in my sailor suit....

Silently giggled, picked up the baby