It was one of those nights.
We were all tired.
We were all hungry
I did not feel like cooking.
We rallied and decided to go out to eat.
Good choice. We had a nice dinner; albeit high maintenance.
Nothing new there.
But at the end of our dinner, they brought us little hand wipies. It was a barbeque restaurant.
Dylan was fascinated. He carefully opened each square. He then unfolded each wipie and put it flat. Then he laid all four on top of a napkin. He wrapped up the napkin to take home.
???
With Dyleva, I have learned to just go with the flow. It's all good.
When we get home, Dylan carefully unwraps each wipie. He then rips each wipie into little tiny pieces. Lovely.
Okay.
Next, he starts to deposit them all over the house. Finally. The suspense is killing me.
"Hey Dylan."
"Yeah?" he yells.
"What cha doin?"
"Mommy, I am making every place smell good. See? Here, smell this.." and a wipie is immediately put under my nose.
"Dylan, that smells awesome. Thank you."
Meanwhile, I am sniffing my house. Sniff, sniff. Is it stinky?
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