And back to those band-aids. He woke up at 5 am in a fuss that he needed more band-aids. It was so funny, I really think he thinks he is hurt. He says he wants to wear them all over and be the band-aid boy. ya, something to think about for a future occupation.
Now this is what I don't quite get. Joe teases him the other day cuz he has girls shoes on. Which he does not. I have a dress I needed Gabe to try on to see if the sizing was right. He moans and groans, "But mom, it's Matilda Jane". "Yes, I know Gabe but I need you to try it on" I reply. "But mom, it has flowers" he says in a tone a 3 year old should not use with his mother.
All the while Joe is listening in and plotting is move. "Mom, I will try it on for you." "Joe you are too big but wow that is nice of you" I say suprisingly. "No mom, I will but when I get done can I play the Wii?" "No and no" and that was about all I had to say to get him to start crying too.
Nice right...or do I have you confused? First, Joe makes fun of Gabe for his girlie shoes then for real, offers to try on a girls dress all so he can play the Wii. Ya, lets get our priorities straight around her. How about trying it on just for the sake of helping me out. Heck, in that case for the sake of Matilda Jane and all it's customers so we can have a great fitting dress.