My 3-year-old is dressed like a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle tonight.
This is a daily thing, dressing up as some sort of super hero or character who “gets the bad guys.” He wore his lime green suit to dinner tonight. And when he refused to eat his peas, he bargained with,
“Ninja turtles don’t eat peas, Mom. They eat pizza. Wanna have it delivered?”
My 7-year-old backed him up with, “He’s right, Mom,” while I turned my head to keep from laughing.
Never a dull moment.