…to the beat of his own drum.
We walked to go eat dinner out tonight and on the way back stopped to get Michael a push-up. I’m not sure how much actually even made it into his mouth. As expected, half of it landed on his hands, arms, and face. Instead of asking us to wipe it off for him or even wiping it on his shirt, which would have been acceptable at this point, he so graciously got down and wiped his face in the dirt. Makes sense. You clean up sticky red goo with dirt. I then looked down to see that he had indeed taken off one shoe because why wear two when you can get by with one? Duh.
As we walked inside I told him it was time for a bath to which he replied very seriously, “Hey. Don’t even try to trick me into this.”
And that is precisely why we love him so.
*Taken in extremely low light so a bit noisy, but they showcase him perfectly so had to post.*
