There’s always something to go wrong.
I’m not so keen on the cold.
We should be more social.
Well that went quickly.
Plans are all well and good…
Sometimes bad days happen.
You say “happy little boy”, I say “overtired toddler who lay in bed for two hours without napping and is now crazy hyperactive.”
About that potty training…
Wisdom of an almost-three-year-old: dogs eat peas, and we eat food.