Copy Cats and Black Eyes

Every morning I have the same conversation with Eli.

"Eli, what do you want for breakfast?"
"What's Wuke having?"
"I don't know. What do you want? Do you want cereal?"
"Is Wuke having cereal?"
"Okay, fine. You're having cereal. Do you want milk?"
"Is Wuke having milk?"

One of these days I will learn not to ask. Anyway, Eli is not the only copycat in our house.

Maybe he figures he looks just like him, why not be exactly like him too? Baby, you could do a lot worse than being just like your daddy. I think it's great.

This past Saturday we went to a birthday party for Kris' cousin's little girl. It was absolutely the most fun little kid party I've ever been to. All of Kris' cousins were in town, for one. But there was also great food, a popcorn machine, a snow cone machine and an 18 foot water slide. It was like a carnival minus all the sketchy people. It was definitely against our better judgement to let our three year old go on the water slide, but once he went down the first time, there was no stopping him. That is, until he collided with his cousin's face. Thankfully, the eye is the only damage. He's proud of his black eye, and we're just grateful he's not brain damaged.