So, it's snowing, again. I thought I would take some time this morning, with no major plans, to catch up on the blogs I read. Brian is reading homework in his room, and Michael and Dustin outside moving snow around and looking industrious. Zachary saw an opportunity to play with the shovel we clean ashes from the woodstove with, and came to show me his dirty hand. I told him to go wash, and he apparently took that as a sign that he should play in the bathroom.
He decided he didn't like grownup toothpaste. Blech, and Mommy please help me rinse my toothbrush. I plunked him back in the living room, and a few minutes later I hear, "M-o-m, I stuck."
"Where are you?"
"In ze bafroom."
Mom literally rolls her eyes and wonders where the nearest nail is to unlock the bathroom door.
"What were you doing?"
"I STUCK, I need help."
But as I approach, I literally burst out laughing:
So, what is he trying to say here?
a) "Mom, I need clean socks."
b) "Mom, you need to keep up on the laundry."
c) "Mom, you need to keep a closer eye on me."
d) "Mom, I am stinkin' CUTE!"