Yet another story...

I'm losing my creativity when it comes to blog titles...at least I'm posting twice in one week right?!?
So, Zach has this little yellow step stool that used to be mine and Jessica's when we were younger. It was probably really Jessica's, but me having had the first child I kinda claimed the rights to it. (I really took it and used it to get out of the Jeep when I was pregnant.) Anyways, Zachary loves to carry it around like all small children do to attempt to reach things that are obviously out of his reach. He is just inches away from reaching the candy dish on the high counter, poor kid. This one is inscribed with sit down to be small, stand up to be tall. I actually have a red stool at home that was purchased for me because the words on it couldn't have been more true, "This little stool of mine, I use it all the time, to reach the things I couldn't and lots of things I shouldn't." I definitely was mischievous when I was younger. (I would have Zach use that one, but it's more decorative and not very stable.) Alright, back to the story, he was standing on the stool by the refrigerator and says to me, "Let's see what's in the fridge." He begins tugging on the handle and then says to me, "I need a hand. Mom, can you give me a hand?" I couldn't help, but chuckle. He says some pretty funny things still.

After posting this I had to add another story to it...
Zach was eating something and got his hands messy so I helped him to the bathroom to wash his hands. (Notice I didn't say helped him wash his hands. He is very 2 and he has to do that by himself now.) After he finished he came to me to let me know that he had finished washing his hands. As I listen to the running water I ask him, "Did you turn the water off?" He says, "Yeah!" I look at him like umm...I don't think so. He then turns around and waddles off laughing saying, "no, no, no!" Of course waddling off to turn the water off!! It looks like we are in the beginning stages of lying. Or the attempts of it. Hopefully he got my genes because I was the worst liar around. I never got away with anything. I'd lose poker every time because I have anything, but a poker face.