I was busy with laundry and cleaning today, so that meant lots of running up and downstairs to and from the basement. Every time I would go downstairs, Jace would have to come with me.
As we were walking down the stairs, if I happened to be in front of him, he would stop, and declare quite loudly, “I want to be in the fwont.” I’d stop, let him pass, and then he’d continue on his way.
After doing this about 15 times, when he reached the bottom of the stairs, he waited for me, grabbed my hand and said, “Mom, you are wearin’ me out. We need to take a break and eat popsicles.”