He was playing outside nicely so I walked back to my bedroom for a second. When I came back out I found him like this. Stripped down to nothing but a shirt and underwear and helping himself to the kitchen sink.
Guess he needed to brush his teeth with a dirty paintbrush….
Guess he needed a drink of water…
Guess he needed a BIGGER drink of water….
That’s my Coco. He doesn’t ask for permission. He just does. In the almost two years that this ball of fire has been talking, I am 99.9% positive that I have NEVER heard the words, “Mom can I ______??” Like I said, he doesn’t ask. He just does. Independent doesn’t even begin to describe him. I love him and his little independent self.
