Our three-year-old snuck out of bed, grabbed a steak knife to open our cabinet without handles to get to the DVDs, and watched Spider-Man. What's next? A beer?
After I put on the movie he wanted to see, Asmund called me his "Cookie Daddy."
From Carrie:
Respecting my son's individuality means buying him the (ugly) yarn he picked for his hat. Having bounderies means makeing him choose from the sales shelf. Here we come orangy-browny-bluey "rwar rwar hat"!
Dennis is Asmund/Santa's sled. Santa has lots of reindeer-Poopie, Cookie, Bubbles, Bad Guy, Batman, Superman...and suddenly we've crossed genres. :)
Good cop/bad cop in toddler speak-cookie daddy/poopie mommy.
