Logan turned the tables this evening and tried to put me in time out. I'd dropped a plastic toy of Oliver's, and as I reached over to get it, Logan looked at me, furrowed his brow and said, "That's 1."
The really disturbing thing is, after he counted me to "2," I started to defend myself. (Why are you counting? I didn't do anything wrong...).
We did not get to "3" but I think only because Oliver, when he saw I'd picked up his toy, grabbed it and made a delighted Ollie-squawk that made us laugh. I need to check "1-2-3 Magic" and see if there is a chapter on "When the Toddler Becomes the Counter."
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I love that you started defending yourself! hilarious!!
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