Call me Hef!
S (3yrs) comes running through to where I am sitting last night, wearing only a shirt and a purple bucket on his head.
He stops about 6" short of me, pushes the bucket up so he can glare out from underneath the rim, and informs me, "I'm not S anymore. Call me Hef!"
I laugh - cuz seriously, a half naked 3-yo Hef? hahahahahaha I look at his dad and say "Did he just tell me to call him Hef, or have I been drinking again?"
R looks at me like I'm crazy and asks S what he said.
"HEF!", he yells. "CALL ME HEF!! NOT S, NOT KEVIN, NOT HEAVEN - HEF!!!! HEF!!!"
He pulls the bucket back down over his head and burns out of the room, bare bottom hanging out from below his shirt.
I need to stop watching TV when he's awake.
He stops about 6" short of me, pushes the bucket up so he can glare out from underneath the rim, and informs me, "I'm not S anymore. Call me Hef!"
I laugh - cuz seriously, a half naked 3-yo Hef? hahahahahaha I look at his dad and say "Did he just tell me to call him Hef, or have I been drinking again?"
R looks at me like I'm crazy and asks S what he said.
"HEF!", he yells. "CALL ME HEF!! NOT S, NOT KEVIN, NOT HEAVEN - HEF!!!! HEF!!!"
He pulls the bucket back down over his head and burns out of the room, bare bottom hanging out from below his shirt.
I need to stop watching TV when he's awake.
posted by KB at 9:32 PM
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