Coy walks into our room with a stripped, multi colored babys hat on his head, topped with a lopsided cowboy hat. He's holding his stuffed blue puppy with one arm, dragging an etch-a-sketch by the pen and string with the opposit hand.
Wait - there's more.
He has a pacifier. In his mouth - and he's 2 years old.
He sees me, drops the etch-a-sketch, whips the paci out his peanut butter and jelly covered mouth and exclaimes "puppys fier! puppy's fier!" as he stuffs the pacifier in the puppys sewn shut mouth.
Wait - there's still more.
"Puppy needs food!!!"
"Puppy tinky". Pretty sure it's actually himself that he's smelling.
WELCOME TO MY WORLD WITH A WONDERFUL TWO YEAR OLD!
What I won't advertise, is that he woke up at 6 and was already sent back to bed with a spank by 7:30