Tyler's imagination appears to be in full bloom. Last night while waiting for his dinner to cook, I kept telling him to go sit at the table. He kept ignoring me so after several requests, I gave up on that order. Next thing I knew, Tyler said to me "Mama, I hear a sheep." So I had to ask "What did the sheep tell you?" to which Tyler replied "Sheep tell me to sit down!" And he sat down.

I was tripping out but probably not nearly as much as he was if he's really hearing sheep telling him to sit down. As he sat quietly at the table, I snuck a peak at him and could see he was really concentrating and so I couldn't resist...I made the most realistic sounding baahaah sheep noise I could. Tyler freaked out and started screaming and crying. Yeah, that was mean of me. I knew it would mess with him but still had to do it. So, while I may be getting wrinkles and gray hair, my immaturity is still shining through.