Ahhhhh.... Freak Out!

I was guessing that Alex picked it up from preschool and not from me and my colorful language, but tonight he sure is saying, "freak out" a lot.

Zoe on the other hand, has mastered the art of not listening. After five hours of dinner stalling, she said to my wife, "I think I'm full, Mom."

My wife said, "you're done," sorta the same way she does when she's had enough her procrastinating, and Zoe just instinctually started crying.

What's wrong, I ask. You said you were full and Mommy just let you go.

"But I'm still hungry!" Zoe said in between sobs.