My New ToyJune 21, 2010 at 12:31 pm | Posted in Baby Weight (Evan), In Evan's Words | 1 Comment
Tags: 21 months, Fathers Day, lawnmower, mow
Hi-ee! Evan here. This is me and my ball. Loooove my ball. I can do anything with it! I can shoot hoops, knock glasses over and scare the beejesus out of dogs!
Then Dada rolled by with his toy. Waddup, Dada? *fist bump*
I wanted to try out his toy so I did what I always do: I took it. IT. WAS. AWESOME!
Mommy was a little paranoid at first. “No, MOMMY! I’m not going to HIT YOUR CAR! See? I’m CAREFUL!”
This is very serious work right here.
This concrete ain’t gonna mow itself, lady! Outtadaway!
Fine. One picture. OKAY? Can I get on with it now? SERIOUS WORK GOING ON MOM.
I’m prepared to run you over.
Uh oh. I’m stuck. It won’t move anymore. Make it move, Mommy!
HELP! MAKE IT MOVE! For reals! I wasn’t really going to run you over! GEESH! Nooo! MAKE IT MOVE!!
Stop with the camera already. This is not a tantrum! I WASN’T GOING TO RUN YOU OVER REALLY! HEEEELP! Waaaaaaaa!
Gosh. Why do you always distract me with new toys during tantrums calls for help? This is kinda awesome though. Can I drive it next? I could probably use the peddles if I use my tippy toes.
OK. Enough about me. Happy Father’s Day, Dada. I’ll humor you for now and sneak out the keys after you go to bed.