Creative Genius

I'm behind, again. Creative genius, I am not.

But this morning, Thing 3 was pushing the pedal to the lidded garbage can over and over and over and over. I said, "Please stop. That garbage is stinky." So his game changed to adding the deepest voice he could possibly muster between mad cackles of laughter, "I... AM... NOT.... STINKY... I'M... NOT... STINKY..."

Then he lost interest and noticed his reflection in the sliding glass door. He stuck his hands on his hips, made faces, and yelled, "stop copying me! Mama! Damon is copying me!"

I had to tell him to go play somewhere else so that Damon wouldn't copy him anymore.

And it's only Monday.