In the exam room at the Dr.'s office getting Kingston's ears checked. Yep. Infected.
Kingston: Out-siiieeed? (outside)
Mommy: No, Kingston. We have to wait for the doctor to come in.
Mommy: Hey Sweetpea, want to read this book with me? We have to wait for the doctor.
Kingston: Out-siiieeed! (stomping feet)
Mommy: No, Buddy. We have to see what the doctor says.
Kingston: (Pointing finger and dancing side to side) No choo choo smo choo na bed! (No more monkeys jumping on the bed!)
Mommy: You are the smartest boy alive! I forgive you for being a huge pain in the . . . .
On the way to get our hair cut this morning.
Mommy: Kingston, look at the big cement truck in front of us. Can you say "cement truck?"
Kingston: Rrrroooooool cruck! (Roll truck)
Mommy: That's right! (giggle) It is rolling! It is mixing the cement. You are the smartest boy alive. I will forgive you in advance for being a huge pain while Mrs. Anna is trying to cut your hair.
Kingston: (cry, cry, cry. stomp, stomp, stomp. fit, fit, fit.)
Mommy: Who are you and what have you done with my sweet boy? How are you so sweet and funny one minute and a total disaster the next? I'm calling Nana. Maybe she wants to play with you.