The scene: The Dictator leaves playroom heading towards Dah-ee! (aka: the beer bottles in the wine fridge). He calls all bottles and cans Dah-ee! which is totally my fault because I tell him things are Daddy’s to keep him away from them, so now everything is a dah-ee!
Mom! says: “Dictator what are you doing”?
The Dictator runs back to the playroom, points to his chest and says: “Who, me”?
Ahhh somedays motherhood is indeed pretty funny.
Drowning in Laundry 