Me: How are you?
Him: Fine.
Me: What are you doing?
Him: Fine.
Me: No Buddy, What are you doing?
Him: Fine Daddy.
Me: I know you are fine, but what are you doing?
Him: Fine.
Me: Never mind, thanks for talking Buddy.
Him: Daddy?
Me: Yeah Buddy?
Him: Whaddya Dooin?
Me: Fine.
Him: OK, Daddy.
Three year olds. Sometimes they can go to the bottom of the ocean, other times they seem fairly brain dead.
Good thought, Genuine. If anyone was meant to be a daddy (no, a great daddy) it's you.
same goes for my 2 year old son ... sometimes he's a complete monster who listens to nothing, then all of a sudden he'll be perfectly behaved and even use manners!
OK...that did me in. I am gone. You have killed me with laughter. Hope you are fine.