One should be careful what one says. This is becoming a refrain, isn't it? I was telling Jason last night that, since he is wearing big boy underwear at night, if he needs to pee, he should go straight to the bathroom. I had made the mistake of not yet having put Xander's nighttime diaper on. He was listening intently and the next thing I knew, there was this little fountain going... all over the living room floor! Yikes. Sigh.
In other news, I do have a Xander story from the night before last. We had gone to meet Tom for dinner at a favorite local Teriyaki restaurant. Afterwards, we loaded the boys into the Merc and I got set to go home. But when I tried to pull out of the parking space, not one but TWO cars sped up and zoomed around me. The second one scared me silly because I was, in fact, in motion when he whipt around behind me. I let fly, I admit, muttering darkly about idiots and stupid people. Jason asked why I was getting so upset? I responded that, not only had the driver's behavior been just plain bad manners, it had also been stupid and dangerous and that I didn't like the thought of someone running into us because people would have gotten hurt. So... brief silence as I merged onto the road then, from the back of the car, 'Mommy, do you understand me? You mustn't run into people. It is Stupid and Dangerous! Do you understand me?' I was torn between cracking up and growling. What is one to do with such a child? Jason, of course, just laughs and laughs. He finds his brother to be a walking riot.
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