I can go my own way

Oh hey, Mom.

 

It's me, Brynn.

 

I was gonna tell you how we started our morning, but since we helped ourselves before you even left for work, you already know.

(It was actually cutest when we were hanging on the dishwasher like we were dancers lined up at the balance bar, but Neenee's a little slow with the camera.)

 

Then, we had some reading time, but UGH. Why-oh-why does Dames think he can ALSO look at MY book?? I did NOT wish to share books today.

 

There. That's better. Now stay on your side.

 

Of course you recognize this magical contraption. Again, though. MY microphone. Get your own dang house, Dames.

 

Finally! An activity where NO SHARING is expected!

 

While Neenee celebrated progress in the Having Walls department, Dames and I played nicely (kind of) with the trains.

 

One sticking point was when Dames didn't understand that my train also needed to go through the tunnel at that exact moment.

 

He also gets his diaper all bunchy when I dismantle the track a bit.

I feel he doesn't understand my drive to be a creative genius. Are you getting that, too?