Nap time was an adventure. Instead of cooperating, Destroy decided to strip.
Destroy: <Takes off shirt. Giggles. Hands shirt to my friend.> Put back on. I cold. <Repeat>
Me: Can we just have a moment around the fact that my son appears to have a 6-pack?
Friend: It kind of freaks me out.
Destroy: I cold! I cold!
Me: Great. I’m raising the next generation of Chip n Dales.
Friend: Hahaha. At least he’ll be able to afford a reeally nice old people’s home for you and Jon. With good entertainment.
Friend: This is getting blogged isn’t it.
Me: Is he chewing on his shoes?
Friend: This nap time is more like who can make who go crazy first.
Me: Great. I’ll keep an eye out for the next round of Hand, Foot, Mouth disease.
Friend: Good luck with that. He’s all yours.
Destroy: Pocket posey. ALL FALL DOWN!