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The other day I was using the bathroom (there is a reason for disclosing TMI) and Desi, as always, was standing in the bathroom with me. He refused to leave. He sat on his little red stool and played with his plane. I really needed some privacy so I asked him to go pick his toys up and put them away. He said "no mommy, plane." Translation here is he did not want to because he was playing with his plane. I waited a few minutes and proceeded to ask him to pick his toys up again. He slowly said, "no...mommy...PLANE!" I could tell he was a little irritated with me asking for a second time, but I really needed some privacy. The third time I asked, I got a little more serious with the request. I thought, then, that he would leave out and do what I said. Instead he got up quickly, looked me straight in the eyes and very exactly said, "NO MOMMY PLANE!" After standing his ground, he stepped outside the bathroom and closed the door on me. As if that wasn't enough, he yelled through the crack of the door and said, "AIRPLANE MOMMY!" Translation here is "how many times do I have to tell you that I'm busy playing with my airplane?"

He left me there in the bathroom. He really never came back. LOL! Maybe I should do that more often. It was hilarious though. My little munchie was serious and the way he left the bathroom just had me cracking up! LOL! I can't wait for more of these moments.

Night Night!

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