last week sheamus covered himself from head to toe in green marker...
"i am Hulk sthmash!" he said proudly.
"oh yeah, looks like you'll be hulk for a while" i smirked.
then sheamus carries on throwing every item of laundry off my bed and pillow in the house onto the floor. But it is only later...after his third man dump (in one morning) that this mom reaches her max in patience.
me: "Sheamus do you think Hulk poops in a diaper!?"
me: "so does he poop in the toilet like a big boy?" (armed with his fantasy, i am poised to manipulate and drive it home...)
S: "no" he quickly answers again.
me: (wait, what?) "sooooo, where does he go?"
S: "Hulk just poops in the STREET." he says without a moments hesitation.
touché my dear. Hulk is SO unpredictable ;)
3 year old......1
(4 if you count the dirty diapers)