Whoever thought teaching a 2, almost 3 year old to spell and learn his shapes made a big mistake. For the second time in a matter of months I have been called out while supposedly rolling through a stop sign. Each time, at the top of his lungs, from the back seat Colm yells, "MOMMY, S-T-O-P MEANS STOP!"
This very loud exclamation is followed by a lengthy discussion of what a stop sign looks like. Something like, "Mommy, that red sign, the octagon, it means you need to stop".
I think I'll blame Grandma Donna on this one. Whose idea was it to have her watch the young mister three days a week anyway?
Stay tuned, I'll fill you in about the illegal pacifiers in Mason, MI!
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