Billy’s ever expanding vocabulary only enhances his strong personality. Whenever we tell him to do something that he doesn’t want to do or say something that he doesn’t want to hear, we are answered with, “That’s not the troof!”
Today Billy was eating his lunch, a messy meal of Spaghetti-Os, and I told him to wash his hands. I thought it was a simple request, but he was tired and I was met with, “But, Momma! That’s not the troof! That’s not the troof!” I’m not sure what wasn’t true about his messy hands, but he was adamant! And, because I know you are all curious, it wasn’t long before I was able to convince Billy that his hands were dirty and needed to be washed!