Quinn and I in Penn's bed this morning. He wants us out, so he takes off his PJ bottom's and sticks his butt in the air and yells, "That's it! I'm going to mark my territory!"
Showing Penn video of the Preakness Stakes this morning. He's never seen a horse race. About 1/2 through he turns to me and says "Where's the obstacles?"
Penn started calling me "Belly man" not Dad or Daddy, just "Belly man"
Then ordering me around the house like I'm his personal slave.
"Belly Man, FOOD! NOW!" "BELLY MAN, I'M DONE, WIPE ME NOW!"
It's important for your kids to respect you, right?