Lilee is now at the age where she is becoming very particular with her things. She likes them in a certain order...and expects them to be in the exact same place where she last left them. Everyone knows that with Christmas...comes many new toys, right? Well...Lilee and I had just finished re-organizing her playroom. We gave each new toy and trinket its own spot...tucked away all of the 'misfit' toys...and TA-DA...it ooooozed "organized big-girl playroom". (*and we did it all while our little fuzzie was napping*)
And then he woke up...
.....(*enter Baby E*...aka..."THE EASTON-A-TOR").....
"Ummm, Lilee...
...can I play with some of your new toys??
I promise I'll be reeeeal careful."
"Gotcha Mr. Alligator!
Get ready for a butt-kickin'!"
Get ready for a butt-kickin'!"
...'THE EASTON-A-TOR' will rip you to shreds!"
(*note...Easton was literally 'growling' at the alligator, flipping it around,
and acting like he was going to totally whip his butt!...You just had to have been there
to hear the sound effects he was making...ALL boy!)
"Hmmm...
...who else shall I destroy?"
"Uh oh...
...she caught me!"
"Ahh come-on! This is unfair punishment"...
"Dude...I'm outta here...before my dad sees me!"
"Hey...a man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do.
All this girlie pretty pink stuff is making me wanna puke!"
Isn't that the cutest thing?
Lilee didn't really think so...but since it was Baby E...she let it slide. Anybody else, she'd have been throwin' down a butt whippin'!
Somebody get this kid a boy toy!
Ahhhh...much better.
They must have found common ground.