Sowwy, Sin

The boys and I went to the playground to have a picnic with some friends today.

Toby didn't have a very good time. He threw multiple tantrums, almost launched himself off of the swing, refused to eat his lunch, and whined for most of the morning. I hope this isn't the beginning of what they call "the terrible twos." It's too early for that. Then again, it'll always be too early for that.

When I told Liz about our day, she looked at Toby and said, "I think you should say 'sorry' to Mrs. Allison."

Toby looked right at me (with that sweet, innocent face), batted his eyelashes, and said, "Sowwy, Sin."

For the past year, I've been teaching him to call me "Alli." He calls me "Sin." Go figure.