Buddy’s refusing to wear anything other than this.
He won’t even let me like just put the top on and wear some shorts
if you see me with a tiny little firefighter
in his pajamas cause I chose happiness today.
You look really cool.
He’s also refusing to eat anything other than the same breakfast
he’s had for like
the last two weeks. So I’ve gotta make that
I’ve only got like that much banana left
and I might check in strawberry.
It’s just like this little banana oat.
Share please.
And I think having the time alone
he’s realised how much the girls like take from him.
I’ve just never experienced a two year old quite so determined,
especially with what they’re wearing.
It’s cute but it’s pajamas
but it’s cute. And I I really don’t give a shit.
Think as a parent
what they wear should just be the least of our worries.
Do you know what I mean? If it’s clean or even if it’s dirty,
like just give it a little wipe.
You’ll be right. Must be starving.
Just give me a minute and I’ll I’ll make you a slice. Okay.
He’s very set in his ways.
I thought I was just gonna get away with not having to make anything
this morning but
help me.
Cool.
Cool. Here’s a strawberry.
You can eat that while you wait.
Good boy,
is that nice? Uh huh.
It’s not nice. I have an egg.
Do you wanna? Oh
That was a lot of sugar. Amy,
do you wanna boiled egg? Yes,
the egg. Okay,
I’m sorry. Is that shell?
Shell, shell.
You’re gonna cut it,
mom, I ate your sugar, mom,
I ate. Oh my gosh.
Okay, mom,
I ate the sugar.
So.
Okay,
come in careful, birdie.
Well done, Billy.
That’s a lot of salt, mate.
What colour red, mom?
What colour blue, mom?
Water. Water, please.
Okay, Mommy,
one for Billy. Mommy one for birdie.
Non faccio caso.