Saturday, September 26, 2009

Dixie Cups

Wyatt was tired before bed and laying on the floor.
I told him to go brush his teeth.
He moaned something about having to go all the way to the kitchen to get a cup (we had run out of dixie cups a week ago).
I told him that Nathan and I bought some this morning at the store.
Wyatt looked at me, smiled, and RAN to the bathroom.