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!
One Response to The Next Generation of Chippendales
When Tova doesn’t want to nap she takes off all her clothes too (sometime even her diaper for an extra special treat!)