Last night, we heard him tooling around upstairs so Brad went to investigate. He found Calen at the top of the stairs, with new pajama pants on, new pajama shirt in his hand and his soaking wet old pajama top still tangled up in his arms (clearly he was stuck). He asked Brad for help to put his new jammie top on. Brad checked his old jammie pants, and they were dry.
Apparently he HAD to match and he was willing to get caught with playing in the sink and get in trouble in order to have a matching pair of pajamas.
Kid has priorites.
This morning I woke up to the bathroom once again in a disaster. The sink was running and one of Calen's bathtub cups was overflowing. His brother's toothbrush (not his toothbrush, his brother's) had a bunch of adult toothpaste squirted all over it.
The scene of the crime. Note the toothpaste on his BROTHER's toothbrush. |
Disaster. |
"That toothpaste YUCKY."
That's all that matters, after all.
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