O man has caught a cold from J's sinus infection. This is why we were up with him all.night.long. He's currently napping on the couch. As a bride to be quiet, I offered J some popcorn.
I poured myself a tiny, measly pile of maybe 10 popcorns and I gave J the bag.
J:(points at pile) What's that?
Me: That's my popcorn.
J: Oh. I need to come share with you.
M: No, you have your own popcorn.
J: (makes a super angry face) Mommy, that's NOT good sharing!
A little later, I reach for the bag again.
J: No, mommy. You already ate your popcorn. This is mine.
Think he's my kid?
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