My son loves attention.
He will often act out to get it.
Occasionally he will choose an impromptu performance, recreating characters from movies or those in his head, his talent for mimicry hilarious.
Sometimes, it is just out right silliness.
Twice last week, he “accidentally” grabbed his little sister’s clothes and put them on. Once it was a shirt I had no idea he could squeeze into.
Far more impressive was the 2T skirt., because he wears a size 4 or 5.
How he got it up over his hips….?
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Out of the blue one day….
“You’re a pepper, Mommy,” The Tackler said.
He gave me a look, like how could I possibly not know what he spoke of.
“I call everyone food. (Points to another vehicle next to us.) They are the blueberries. We are the peppers. We are spicy.”
Yup, that’s us. Chaos with a heap of pepper on top.
As long as I don’t have to eat it, because anyone who knows me is aware I am the biggest spice wuss when it comes to food consumption.