Butter wouldn't melt...
Isn't he adorable? The tooth fairy came last night. You've never seen a child so excited about losing a tooth.
But then there's the other side. Let me tell you a story...
Saturday afternoon. We went for a bike ride and play at the park with Alexa and Flynn. The boys had been told earlier that they could have a Happy Meal from McDonald's on our way home. So we hop into the car, and Saxon, being the competitive little toad that he is (gee, wonder where he gets that from?), starts yelling about beating Fiona out of the car park. I had to txt Daddy, so we weren't moving fast enough for Mr Cranky. He starts screeching at the top of his lungs "Just hurry up so we beat them, ya big BABY!!!".
Right.
No Happy Meal for you.
So we drive home to a woeful chorus of "Happy Meal...I want my Happy Meal". On repeat. Awesome.
We arrive at home and after yelling a bit more he tells me...
"When I'm a big kid, I'll go to Macca's by myself! In my own car! With my own money! And I'll buy my own Happy Meal! And then I'll smack you out, because you'll be old and won't be able to run fast to get away!!"
See? What'd I tell ya?
Freakin adorable ;o)
