I’m waiting...

...for A not to be so funny. I somehow thought that as he got older, the funny little-kid stuff would stop. But his sister doesn’t stand a chance of cornering the market anytime soon. Here’s the latest:

Last night I was putting J to bed while A was in the tub. He yelled in from the bathroom that he had removed his tattoo (the temporary kind. Please.). After J was tucked in and prayed over, I went into the bathroom to give A his proper bath. I found the detangling formula (this becomes important) shampoo floating in the water. I asked him to please be more careful and to keep the shampoo out of the water because as it sinks into the bathwater, all the water seeps into the shampoo bottle and makes it so runny it will get in his eyes (something he hates).

He told me OK, but that the shampoo was how he got his tattoo off.

“ ’Cause Mom, it’s the deleting formula.”