Last week I was talking to them on the phone. Their mom tried to interrupt to tell me something, and my 3yo pipes up and goes "NO mommy! I'm on the phone with daddy. Chill out and wait your turn."
I chastised him a little bit, because you're not supposed to talk to mom like that, but I was laughing my ass off.
My oldest, since he could crawl, was always finding ways to make daddy crack up. His favorite toy that got me every time? The door stops in our apartment.
Hearing the UREMDURDRDURDURDRDRDUR... followed by him rolling on the floor laughing. This was one of my fondest memories of him as an infant.
And he still knows how to get me going. Earlier this week, he stops mid-conversation and goes "Hey dad, guess what?"
"What is it?"
UREMDURDRDURDURDRDRDUR... he has doorstops at mommy's house, and still loves to make them boing.
Like father, like son. Always entertaining, always trying to get a laugh out of people...
