The jig is up

I'm one of those funny kids that likes the words "medicine" and "doctor." When we all got colds this past week, I was pretty excited that I got some "medicine" to help me feel better. However, mom and dad can't fool me--I know it's really honey in that medicine dropper. But why say anything when the medicine is sugar? And, speaking of sugar, I got my first taste of hot chocolate last night. That stuff is definitely the new juice box.

At the ripe old age of two (almost three!), I'm definitely no fool anymore. I know what's going on when we go through the drive thru at DQ and demand I get some ice cream, too (even though I don't really like the stuff--must be an acquired taste like that coffee my mom is always drinking). And, when mom and dad are trying to have a private conversation in the front seat, I like to know just who and what we're talking about so I can put in my two cents, too. I am also well aware that sometimes the fun starts after I go to bed--this is why I get up multiple times and say I have to go potty, or that my water cup isn't filled to the top, or that I had a bad dream. Trust me--someday when I'm still out of the house at ten o'clock at night with that boy who has the motorcycle, you'll miss those nights when I just wanted to let you know that I'm still here and always ready to play.

And then there were two...

Ok, it's taken a little over two years for me to get back to this thing. A lot's happened in that time. Much to my chagrin, another little being joined the household back in May. His name's Oliver. Everyone else talks about how cute he is, but he just constantly oozes out all kinds of disgusting stuff. My mom says I was worse--apparently, I didn't ooze out all that stuff, it more or less shot out of me with force. And, everyone keeps telling me how much he looks like me--but, HELLO, he's a boy!

I've been learning lots of new stuff lately about God and Jesus. I got to carry the basket with baby Moses in it during class this past Wednesday. I wasn't going to let anyone (not to mention that Pharoah guy) get ahold of him. And, I heard about how Adam and Eve ate the apple from the tree and then EVIL entered the world. Not sure what I ate to deserve this, but have you noticed how if you take the middle letters in Oliver out and spell them backwards--that's EVIL, too? Just sayin'.