It's been a while since I've done one of these, so here it goes... Another rendition of Baby J silliness...
Me: Honey, please keep your snack in here.Baby J: No, I want to eat it in the room.Me: This is a room, too. You need to stay in here.Baby J: This is not a room. It's the kitchen.
Well, alright then...
Me: Baby J, play time is over. It's time to go upstairs for nap.Baby J: Hold on. I'm almost done with my work.
He finished his "work" and went to bed without a fight!
Baby J: Ice cream balls come from the ice cream truck.
...as he housed his dippin' dots purchased at the grocery store and retrieved from the freezer for his dessert consumption. But I suppose you can get ice cream balls from the ice cream truck.
