The other morning, Payne refused his breakfast, yelling "I dohn WANT my bredast cookie!".
I ignored. He furtively pushed it off of the arm of his chair.
It became very silent.
I looked up from my coffe cup as a result of the aforementioned silence, to find this:
Sneaky cookie snarfer, that one.
Of course Payne was incensed and insisted that he did indeed want that cookie and he would die without it now. Heh.
Payne aquired a new friend, Filmore:
I packed Filmore up for church this morning, and Payne then requested him. When I informed him that Filmore would be waiting to re-emerge until we were at church, he responded with "But turch is bad! Jesus wihw steahw Fihwmore, and then I wihw be MAD."
So I guess Jesus loves Volkswagons...
This afternoon Payne emerged from his nap ready for action:
Then Filmore was located and he scored some random Snapfish stickers:
and then he drew all over his legs with my pen. Heh.