Today when I opened his bedroom door and peeked inside to see if he was up from his nap, my little tooter was laying down, one foot in the air, sippy cup cuddled next to his cheek. He slowly looked at me, peeking through the crack of the door and said, “are you doing?”
What are you doing, he says. WHAT ARE YOU DOING USING SENTENCES AND ASKING ME WHAT IM DOING!? Says I.