You're my boy, Blue!

Zekers can't be bothered with names. He calls all new friends 'My Boy.' It started one day when he was talking to the neighbor boy across the fence. I had Zeke come inside for a moment and when he went back out he asked, "Where is My Boy?"
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Turds in the Toilet

We're working on potty training at our house--the big kid, not the little one. She seems pretty smart, but not quite that advanced. ;) Anyway, we're doing the whole naked thing, which is working quite well with the tee tee. Zeke's great about running in and using the toilet all by himself when he needs to go. However, one day Abe saw Zekers putting something in the toilet and he was like, "Wait! What is that?" to which Zeke replied with somewhat of 'duh' tone, "A turd." That's right, a turd in my boy's hand. He had went potty somewhere in the house, picked it up and was putting it where it belonged, in the toilet. Ah, the joys of parenting.

Quote of the week

I was putting The Girl to bed and Abe was in with Zeke. They got sidetracked with their business. I went in and grabbed some jammies for him and when I saw he was naked I said, "Oh, you don't have a nappie on." He looked at me and incredulously said, "He took it off." Translation: I told that fool not to take off my old nappy.