favorite thing

Paul has been tinkling in the potty pretty reliably the last few days. The look of sheer delight and pride that blooms across his face when “it’s comin’ out!” — is my favorite thing in the world right now.


all growed up

at the dinner table

Paul: I’m a grown-up.
Bryan: You look like a kid.
Paul: No, I growed up.
Leslie: You growed up at school today?
Paul: Yes, I DID growed up.
Annie: Paul, you’re very very little.
Paul: No, I’m VERY VERY BIG. SEE? My legs are SO LONG.