Feeding time is for chumps. He can clearly do it better. I wash my hands of this.
Diaper changing time is a nightmare. No sooner do I get him out of his diaper, does he squirm around and crawl away, laughing all the while I idiotically chase him around the couch. Pajama time is unpleasant at best at brings tremendous tantrums and alligator tears.
We switched from the tooth washing cloth to an actual toothbrush and of course he can do that better too. Actually, he's pretty good at it.
Did I mention he's into every little thing? Everything. Literally. He especially loves baskets of unfolded laundry. Curtains. TV stands. Cupboards. Drawers. AND I caught him eyeballing the toilet the other day. Joy.
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