Sometimes I wonder where Lincoln came from. He can be such a spaz. I never know what he's going to come up with next, but at least he keeps me laughing. We've been trying to get the kids' winter wardrobes all in order so we're ready when the cold gets here. Linc doesn't need
much since a lot of his clothes from last year will still fit. (Way to go me for buying all his clothes too big last year!) He did need some socks though, so on Saturday we bought him some. He was way more thrilled about them than I ever expected a two-year-old to be. He wanted to put them on immediately when we got home. He wore them to bed even. Then about 10pm he started screaming, so I went in there to see what the trouble was. He had taken his socks off, and put one on one of his hands, and the reason he was crying was because he couldn't get the other sock onto the other hand. What-ev. I just helped him get the sock on and walked out of the room shaking my head. Well, Sunday morning comes, and he comes running into the living room with both socks on his hands, waving a chopstick and a measuring cup around in the air. And so I wonder sometimes...Where does this child come from?
Sometimes I wonder where Lincoln came from. He can be such a spaz. I never know what he's going to come up with next, but at least he keeps me laughing. We've been trying to get the kids' winter wardrobes all in order so we're ready when the cold gets here. Linc doesn't need
much since a lot of his clothes from last year will still fit. (Way to go me for buying all his clothes too big last year!) He did need some socks though, so on Saturday we bought him some. He was way more thrilled about them than I ever expected a two-year-old to be. He wanted to put them on immediately when we got home. He wore them to bed even. Then about 10pm he started screaming, so I went in there to see what the trouble was. He had taken his socks off, and put one on one of his hands, and the reason he was crying was because he couldn't get the other sock onto the other hand. What-ev. I just helped him get the sock on and walked out of the room shaking my head. Well, Sunday morning comes, and he comes running into the living room with both socks on his hands, waving a chopstick and a measuring cup around in the air. And so I wonder sometimes...Where does this child come from? 
3 comments:
aren't kids so much fun? :) Now you know why I had so many.
good story, good story. maybe ask my mom where he came from, she might have some similar stories... :)
Hilarious!
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