Speaking of Pedro...

I hate to write a new post, I just love that little picture of Pedro so much.

But, alas, it's his own fault that I have to replace his cute little face with a story about him.

We were hanging out in the family room yesterday-he was watching something and I was sitting on the couch with my laptop. He says to me, "I wan play Wii Fit" which means he wants me to play on the Wii Fit while he dictates which games I play-he loves the soccer one (and I might add here, I hold the family record in this game. And in skiing-beginner and advanced thank you very much!) and the bubble game (I really, really suck at this game).

I tell him, "Not right now."

He didn't like that answer so he comes over and hits me on the leg. Normally when he hits, he has to go into his crib for a time out. But, we were upstairs (his room is downstairs), and I was working on something really important (ummmm, yeah, sure I was) so I pretend not to notice.

He proceeds to get directly into my line of vision and hits me on the arm. I can't pretend I missed that one-and he knows it. As I sat there for a second trying to convince myself consistency really is important he says to me, "I need go to my bed."

Awwwwwwww. Cute little hitting kid. So he got his time out and I got my chuckle for the day. :)