Pride cometh . . .

Boyd and I were high on our parenting horse as Dalton played doctor tonight. He checked our eyes, noses and ears and telling us what was wrong. We were thrilled to encourage such imaginative play. Hey, maybe this is how all doctors get their start. :-)

Well, not 20 minutes after this proud moment, I spent Dalton's entire bath time trying to convince him that his belly button was not, in fact, drinking the bath water. As he repeatedly showed me this amazing feat, I had to shake my head and laugh. Anatomy 101, here we come.