Elliott has a thing for his black hand-me-down Converse lately. So when one came off tonight about 20 minutes before it was time to get ready for bed, I kept dropping his shoe when he pushed it at me repeatedly to get me to put it back on him – because there’s no point in putting a shoe back on that’s about to come off in 20 minutes.
Finally I threw it toward the stairs and he went and got it, and THREW IT AT ME.
My eyes must have gotten scary wide in the way that mom’s eyes do when OH YOU DID IT NOW, because he immediately went all

and ran toward the stairs, nearly crying and saying, “no baby! No baby!”
(Translation: “No, I’m the baby! I shouldn’t get in trouble!”)
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂