It's not nice to mess with mommy's head.
C has started referring to himself in the third person. He'll say things like, "C want some more watermelon."
In addition to sounding sort of cavemanish - this is confusing for me. I'll look around to see where C is before realizing that he's talking about himself. It's hard enough to keep everyone straight (I often confuse H with the cat) without somebody talking about themselves as if they were another entity all together.
As if that wasn't bad enough, on Friday night I had a husband-induced twilight zone moment. I was driving the truck and I'd parked it at T.J.Maxx and gone inside to load up on size 3T undies for H. Ken came to the parking lot, found the truck, and unlocked it to get out his wallet. Then he turned the truck around to face hood-out in the parking lot, and left. This made it easier for me to pull out when I was leaving but it caused me to do several double takes in the parking lot because I knew I hadn't backed in when I parked. I confirmed that it was Ken's truck because the key fit into the lock and I recognized the boat shoes, tennis rackets, water bottles and other assorted items in the truck bed.
song: Ball of Confusion • artist: The Temptations
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