Happy Birthday Dobbs!
Dobbs turned two today; the picture above is him trying to show me two fingers… what can we say, its a work in progress.
We spent the evening at Recreation Station, then headed over to Johnny Rockets for a later-than-usual dinner with some friends. All in all, the Dobber seemed to really enjoy his day, and his presents…particularly a certain Lightening McQueen car.
The best part of the day is the fact that Dobbs refuses to admit that he’s two. He is four. Or six. Once he said seven, but mostly he says four. MR and I can’t stop laughing long enough to try to talk some sense into him…
Me: Dobbs, how old are you today?
Dobbs: Four (pronounced “fou”)
M: No, silly, you’re not four, you’re two.
D: No, Rei two, Rei two (Reilly two)
I tricked him at supper by asking anyone who is two to raise their hands. At first, he was all over it, but then he realized what I was doing and stopped. Priceless.
