So, the girls have been teaching their brother to "fetch". Yes, you read that right...they've officially moved on from the dog (who will only fetch when he *feels* like it).
Me: "Girls, he's your BROTHER, not your dog."
Then today I'm doing something...something I don't need my little cling-on messing up. In a moment of desperation, I take my sparkly headband...show it to him then toss it across the room saying in my best sing-songy voice, "Go get it!"
*head smack*
I'm afraid the lil' guy thinks he's on the same level as the dog. Maybe this is why he won't walk...dogs don't walk. Maybe this is why he won't talk either.
Oh boy. :o)
Here are my "boys" sharing some Cheerios.
