Not much to say
I don’t have anything particularly compelling to write about lately, so I’m consciously sparing you from the mundane realities of my life. I mean, do you really want to hear about Sam using the potty? I didn’t think so.
There was a humorous moment the other night, though. We were playing I Spy, as we often do at dinner time. It’s pretty funny on a regular basis with a 3 year old who doesn’t always seem to grasp the concept. Or he’s being a smarty, could be that. But we had played a round or two, taking turns, and he looked at us and sort of shook his head at us and said:
“It’s not time for I Spy! It’s time for pepperoni!!!!!”
Well, it amused us, anyway.