It's 10:15 a.m. and the house has been up since about 6:00. Since then, I have uttered the following phrases to my almost 3-yr-old son, the Z-man:
"No, only pee, poo and toilet paper go into the toilet."
"I'm going to get your sister to sleep. Yes, ladders are quiet. Yes, that ladder is quiet. But I need you to be quiet. Yes, ladders are very quiet. Yes, you can do a puzzle with me after I get your sister to sleep, but I need you to be quiet right now. Yes, I know, ladders are quiet..."
"Okay, let's go to the bathroom now... Time to go to the bathroom... Hello! Bathroom time... "
"No, sweetie, glasses are not toys."
"No, sweetie, bottles are not toys."
"No, sweetie, the baby monitor is not a toy."
"No, don't open the door or else the doggies will run away."
"Okay, let's put those pants on. I need your other foot. No, your other foot. No, your right foot. The other foot. Yes, the other foot is your right foot. No, the other foot..."
