TJ's potty mouth strikes again.

Yesterday morning TJ woke up in a wet bed, his pull-up had leaked.  I changed him and carried him to my bed since his daddy was out of town, and we cuddled up.  When we did get up, at the lovely hour of 6:30am, after I got TJ dressed and took the puppy out, I went upstairs to strip TJ's sheets.  He came along to supervise.  We got upstairs and I noticed that his bed and the floor were wet.  I said, "TJ, how is the floor wet too?"  To which he responded, with both hands out to his sides, "What the Hell?"

My thoughts exactly.

Let's pretend

TJ and I were all alone with our new puppy this weekend.  Daddy was on a golf trip and the "guys" were at their mom's.  We went to soccer games on Saturday and saw everyone, and they all went with us to get the puppy on Friday, so I thought TJ was doing fine.  Until yesterday.  TJ and I were in the backyard playing basketball when he instructs me, "Ok mommy, now I am TJ and you are ADAM."  I said, "I am not mommy anymore?"  To which TJ replied, "No.  I want to play with ADAM."