Defective

Yesterday Stumps was coloring on a large white sheet of paper with an assortment of 30+ crayon colors. Periodically, she would select the white crayon, scribble furiously for a moment, then bring it to me and sadly report that it must be “broken”. I love toddlers :)

And I died from cuteness overload

I am riding in the car this evening discussing my intense dislike of Ke$ha with Husband. From the backseat, my sweet two year old chimes in with “I like ketchup! I like ketchup! Why mommy not like ketchup?”