Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Attacking Cans

Oh Tuna.  Even when we are trying to help Sissy go to bed, it turns into a comedy. 

We put Syd in her bed, and were getting her feeding tube all situated.  He dropped a can on his foot, and the following is the transcript:

Timmy: OW OW OW OW owowowowowowowwow!! Stupid can!
Me: you are fine Timmy.  Shake it off.
Timmy: NO!  OW OW OW!
Me: Well, tell that can, that its not nice to fall on your foot.
Timmy: (picking up the can) How do you like this can? (throws it across the room) Who's the kid now?  Huh?
Me: You tell that can Timmy!
Timmy: (picking up can) Seee, I'm gonna punch you in the face you can!
Me: Hmmm, ok, thats enough beating the can, plus I need it now. 

He was seriously SO mad at the can.  He sure let it know who was boss.

From Laura

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