Last week at one point, Kevin was in the bathroom, sitting on the potty. He was talking and playing, so I thought I would go and check on him.
Mom: Hey, Kevin, how's it going?
Kevin is holding a foam sword in his right hand and he begins to wiggle the fingers of his left hand at me.
Kevin: They're battling.
Mom: Oh, the hands are battling the sword?
Kevin: Yes, they're winning.
Mom: Are you about done? If you come out, you can have a fruit snack.
Kevin (adamantly): No! I'm not done yet. Leave, leave.
He waves for me to leave.
Mom: You want me to go out? You're not finished yet?
Kevin: Nope. Close the door.
So I did.
We pretty much think Kevin is adorable.
Then, this situation with Grig:
Kevin, again in the bathroom as Grig is helping him finish cleaning up.
Kevin: You're my best friend, Dad.
Grig: You're my friend too!
Kevin: That's why you get to clean my bum.
Grig: That's my reward, huh?
I was putting Kevin to bed. Lately, when he's upset, he'll ask me, "Can you help me calm down?" but tonight, he wasn't very upset.
I kissed him, and said goodnight and told him I needed to go out.
Kevin: Are you going to work on the computer?
Mom: No, I'm getting a drink.
Kevin: Don't get on the computer!
Mom: I won't.
Kevin: Good. Goodnight.
I think he didn't want to miss out on anything exciting. So I gave him one more hug, and then he started scratching my shoulder.
Kevin: I'm scratching your shoulder.
Mom: Thank you.
Kevin (in a excited baby voice that we sometimes talk to the dogs with): Is that the spot? Is that the spot? Doesn't that feel good?
He is a funny kid.