As we’ve been remodeling the boy’s bathroom, there have been frequent trips to the paint store. One day was more memorable than others.

First trip of the day I left them in the car.  Upon my return they are both standing in the back seat…with pants and underwear down.  “What are you guys doing?”
Cole: “Well, Alex had to go potty, so I helped him pee in the water bottle.  Then I had to go, so I peed in it too.”

Second trip of the day I take them in with me.  As we’re leaving Alex begins to wail.  “Alex, what’s wrong?”  Alex replies “I’m just going to miss them (the paint store people) soooooooo much.”  Cole immediately pops in. “Mom, I can’t wait till I’m a daddy.  Then I can tell you what to do all day.”

Best moment of the day:

We’re in Costco and the boys are both seated up in the cart.  Alex kept trying to find the straps to hook himself in.  Unable to find an end, he starts fussing and begins to quickly escalate. I’m busy and just keeping telling him “shush” without paying too much attention.  Finally, he’s so frustrated, he begins screaming. “Give me a hooker.  I need a hoooookkkkkeeerrr.  Where’s a hooker?”