bad habits

typically, bern and i wait to go into ben's room in the morning until we hear him in there talking. without fail, benny greets us with a smile and a poopy diaper.

for some reason, we generally greet him with "do you have poopoo for me?" (oh, like you don't do anything strange on a daily basis.) why we ask this, i have no idea, as the smell that hits you as you walk in the door answers the question before it is asked.

ben, without fail, cheerfully throws his arms into the universal pick-me-up position and responds "i hab a poopie fo' you!"

recently, bern left for work early, so i went in to perform the usual routine. which turned into a "dialogue" ending with benny crossing his arms to adamantly declare "NO, MAMMA! I made dis poopie for my daddy!"

perhaps we have added a little too much excitement to our end of this exchange for him to take his "offering" to be such an honor.

daycare documentation

other kids build structures out of common toys. 

perhaps other kids also decide, when they are done building, 

to sit on said structures. 

but, do other little ones do it with enough moxy to rip through not only their shorts, but their diaper as well? 

with enough flair to leave diaper stuck inside the Tinker Toy? 

these are the things i am left to ponder. 

here, momma... i done wif dis.

- benny, wearing only a shirt, handing me his diaper.
   charming. as always.