Arguing with Myself, by Russ

I'm sure we have all had debates with ourselves. Out loud. Where everyone can hear. I know I have and the Wife is not above it.

Well, the proverbial apple doesn't fall far from the tree it seems. Mr. B has taken to the same habit. Only his is the same one. Over and over and over. It always ends the same way too.

It starts when we ask him if he wants Moo Juice (milk) or fruit juice.

He will ponder the question for a moment, tapping his index finger on his cheek. Then respond with Moo Juice or ju juice! Now the debate begins... (please put a head shake with the negative response and say the affirmative response with great enthusiasm)

no juice.
JUICE!
no juice.
JUICE!

This can go on for awhile, so just keep doing that little refrain until you can't remember the question anymore. He will always finish on the affirmative, "JUICE!"

The funny thing is that he always finishes on the affirmative.

A special thanks to everyone who gave me tips on the potty training front. We're making progress, but not there yet. Mr. B actually alerted the media PRIOR to wetting his nighttime diaper. Hey, it's a start. A special thanks to Laggin, you're suggestion of the celebratory dance seems to be doing the trick. If it does put us over the top, I may be able to forgive Nebraska for beating Clemson.

JUICE!!!