I have no idea what it's like to act. I especially have no idea what it's like to get paid to act. But I imagine living with our 18 month old is comparable to acting as the lead supporting role to a demanding, high profile actor who doesn't know if he wants to specialize in drama or comedy. Let me explain.
"OH. MY. GOSH. Hunny!!!!" he wailed.
"Are you trying to kill me?? That thing almost went up my butt!!!"
My mind flashed back to Dillon playing with the toilet brush and I immediately put two and two together. (Four!......just kidding) The toilet brush handle was still standing straight up, erecting from the center of the bowl.
"Ha!!! I'm so glad that was you and not me! I totally forgot about that." I taunted.
Two days ago, we were hanging around the house when he decided he wanted a banana. I gave him half and he started chowing down, while roaming the living room. A few minutes later, I found part of a squooshed banana laying on the floor.
He came my way and made eye contact with me.
"Did you put your banana on the floor?"
Without hesitation he shakes his head no.
"Oh really.......Well if you didn't do it, who did?"
You won't believe this is, but I swear I'm not making it up: Dillon points directly at poor little innocent Sumo, who was sleeping on the couch, and starts mumbling while shaking his head.
Our kid who's not even old enough to say more than 15 words is lying straight to my face and blackmailing the dog simultaneously.
I can't blame him, but I was completely shocked, horrified, tickled, and slightly proud.