Last night my sweet baby Camden asked me if I could take him to school tomorrow. Well my heart melted and of course I said yes. That should have been my first clue.
Camden threw a complete fit and made me look like a bad parent in front of a bunch of 3 year olds!
He was mad because Kellan got to go to Grammy's today. Grammy went and checked on Camden and the teachers said he said he was mad and refused to eat lunch. He went and laid down instead. Miss Karen even showed Camden a picture of him holding the dollar she gave him. That made him a little better but still in a bad mood.
Kellan cracks me up. We put the boys to bed around 8pm. Then Nick and I go and collapse on the couch. When we get up to go to bed, we realize Kellan has got out of bed and is laying on the floor behind the couch. He knows Dad will get mad that he's up, so he does this so quietly that we don't even hear him. Just butt up in the air with puppy- laying on the floor.
When the boys were in Minnesota, Camden dropped his pants and peed outside by the cabin. Then he looked at Daddy and said "Don't tell Granfa Dick I'm peeing on the cabin." Ha!
Should I be worried? Sometimes when Camden's telling a story he starts out "When I was a gril..." Sigh!
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