Scapegoat

When J woke up from his nap today I heard a 'thunk, thunk' noise on the ground. This typically signifies him throwing his nuks down. Sure enough, a minute later, he's yelling "Mama, I drop my nuky on ground!" I make my way to his room and open the door, pretending to be upset about the "dropped" nuks.

Me: What are your nuks doing on the ground?

J: Oh, just frow 'em.

Me: Who threw them?

J (looking at me with a straight face): Baby brudder frow 'em!

At this point I can't keep a straight face anymore and I burst into laughter. Poor baby brother, not even here yet, and already a scapegoat.

With a little more confidence in J's brothering skills, I'm adding this picture from December. He's holding baby Jesus. So maybe there's hope yet.