it makes perfect sense!

the logic of a two year old is truly a fascinating thing! I can't tell you how many times a day I hear my little Kingston tell me "mom, my belly's hurting me". When I ask him "how come?", "if he needs a snuggle?" and "if he's sick?" 9 times out of 10 he responds with "i'm SOOO thirsty"- so, let me get this straight; you're sooo thirsty that your belly is hurting you?? okay, okay maybe.... i guess i could see that. But that's never the end of it! I also get at least a dozen times a day "mommy, i SO tired, i need a treat" you're so tired that you need a treat?? What does this kid think he's pulling? I might be sucker for those big brown eyes and delicious dimpled cheeks but, I wasn't born yesterday!! He cracks me up! I will admit that I do have days where I forget that despite that innocent smile and sweet little voice I am dealing with a fully functioning cunning and mischevious little boy. This boy of mine has dismantled his bed, colored the cat and eaten my makeup and he always has a "perfectly logical" explanation. Kingston has been potty trained for quite some time now but lately he has been trying to flush excessive amounts of toilet paper down the toilet so, i have had to essentially hide the t.p. I mean, I guess as far as logic is concerned more t.p.=more clean but we have gone through an entire 12 pack of t.p. in about a week and a half (which typically lasts us a month). Well, today Kingston found the paper towels and tried to flush an entire brand new roll. The toilet couldn't handle the load and I ended up digging the paper towels out of the toilet with my bare hands....!!FUN!!... I would be pleased if this was the end of it but of course not! Kingston then found the stash of toilet paper and as far as I can tell he attempted to flush a roll and 3/4 down the toilet and we are now dealing with the clog of all clogs, and of course its the weekend and no plumber in town is willing to come rotto-root the old crapper....hahahaha.... so, here we sit on this snowy blistery Sunday night without a toilet, with our back teeth a floating and with the logical antics of our two year old.