Little Bro on the other hand does not want to wear long pants or long sleeves or that stinking coat! He will however be happy to be seen sporting this attractive winter hat which he so lovingly refers to as, "Hey dat my hat. Gimee dat my hat."
Monday morning I had to return the Rug Doctor that we rented Sunday to wash the carpets with. All of the bedrooms have carpet and they take a beating for sure. Anyway it was cold, cause we still be snappin as of Monday, yo. Mr. Man was NOT going to put on the appropriate clothing and I was on a deadline. I had to have the darn machine back by 9 am or we paid for another day. I had not scheduled a toddler meltdown nor had I allotted the proper amount of time for said meltdown.
And since we have an abundance of Grandmother types
I did the only logical thing. I carried the long sleeves and long pants that he was supposed to be wearing in my hand at all times like a GET BACK GRANDMA force field. So I load up this Rug Doctor into the back of my Mom mobile while loading Lil Bro into the Mom mobile and I am buckling his car seat and he says to me. Are you ready? You know it's coming. He says, "It cold out here Mom!" You bet buddy, let's roll!
Myself and Lil Bro lug the Rug Doctor into Publix and make it to the return counter with no
Apparently when it's cold outside we all get alittle more cuddly too. Are they cute or what?