Lately Phoenyx has been pretty hard to deal with. Not because he isn’t happy, he is that, but because he has been incredibly tired from the moment he gets up till the moment he goes down again. I even tried the kids museum yesterday and he wouldn’t move from my hip cause it involved walking. So today around 9:30am when he started pooping out already, I decided to run him up to daddy’s work so we could kill a little time.
When we were leaving, Chris buckled him in and it wasn’t till I got home that I found this:
Here is the conversation that followed:
I suppose he won that argument on pure wit.