DH needed to go to Lowe's and Wyatt and I just stayed outside. So Wyatt kept watching for Daddy to come back. He pointed excitedly and said "THERE'S DADDY!"
I turn around, and he's pointing at a guy that looks NOTHING like DH.
"THat's not Daddy", I said. "He's skinny and short, has brown skin, has a beard and is wearing plaid shorts. That looks NOTHING like Daddy!"
"Kindof", he answers. "It kindof Daddy."
Then he points at a young thin girl gathering carts. "There Daddy!"
"That's not Daddy. That's a girl! She has a ponytail!"
"Oh", he says. "It kindof you."
LOLOLOL.
Then I was telling my mom that story today and Wyatt starts giggling in the back seat and says "That not Daddy. That a GIRL!"
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He has gotten to where when I take off his clothes for bathtime, he takes off running all over, giggling like mad. Something about that little naked baby butt running in front of me makes me deliriously happy.
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Still obsessed with car washes. I bought him that Matchbox car wash toy for his birthday next month.
Crystal
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