Last night at dinner, Matthew was playing with his food. He split his green beans apart to extract the seeds and wouldn't shut up about it. "Dada! Two seeds! Dada! Three seeds!" etc.
Finally I said, "Son, I don't care how many seeds there are! Just eat them, okay!"
He turned back to his plate and rebeliously grumbled, "Dada stupi'."
Somebody got a timeout in the bathroom.
On a happier note, Melissa had a first last night, too: she's old enough to play "Daddy chases Melissa;" she giggled and giggled as I crawled around after her and occasionally grabbed her foot.
She only wanted to be chased to the open bathroom, though. Maybe the thought that she was going somewhere she shouldn't added spice to it.
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