Thoughts of a 20 month old.

I swear this is what he must be thinking as we go about our daily routine. The exhaustion of a having a newborn is nothing in comparison to trying to keep up with a curious toddler.

Mom: Oliver, you can only take 2 cars.
Oliver: Okay, I will put one in my mouth and it doesn’t count.

Mom: Oliver, leave the puppy on the chair.
Oliver: Okay, but he has been there for 5 seconds; now he can get up right?

Mom: Oliver, don’t drink the bath water.
Oliver: Okay, I will just pour it over my head with my mouth open. That isn’t drinking, it is catching.

Mom: Oliver, it is time for bed.
Oliver: Clean up, Clean up. If I put the cars back in the bucket one at a time that will buy me another 20 minutes.

Mom: Oliver put your shoes on.
Oliver: But I would rather wear them on my hands.

Mom: Oliver, stop throwing the ball.
Oliver: Okay, I will bounce the ball towards the wall.

Mom: Oliver it is time to go, we are running late.
Oliver: Okay, but I need to pet Chester, put up my cars, get the dog from the chair and I almost forgot to scream for my milk and a gingerbread cookie.

He is exhausting, he pushes my buttons, he gets into everything, but I wouldn't trade him for the world. He is absolutely perfect in every way.