Tot is Just Like Mom

Or so Dad says.... the saying started at Christmas when we set up the Thomas The Tank Engine track for the new trains we bought. They all went at different speeds. This means eventually one of the trains would catch up with another. When ever a train caught up with the one in front of it, Tot would start fussing. He would head over to one of us and try to get us to 'fix it'. There were times when we thought he was going to cry over this.

There was another time after we got back home when my husband had some jeans thrown over the couch. Happy Dog laid down next to the couch and the jeans ended up touching him. Tot had a 'fit', walked over and grabbed the jeans. Dad moved the jeans and Tot settled down.

It gets better. One morning at breakfast, Dad gave the boys their milk. Out of habit, I give Tot the yellow topped sippy cup and Tater the blue topped sippy cup. Dad does not know about this habit. Tot let him know it was NOT acceptable to be given the wrong sippy cup. Tears, whining, and general fussing ensued.

Seems Tot is rather anal about certain things in his life. Dad swears he gets it from me. It is possible. Just try moving something to the wrong spot in my kitchen.

I just hope he doesn't turn out like Monk. Then again, I saw him eating some dirt today. I guess I won't have to worry about him becoming "Monk". I also hope this is just a phase we are going through and not a permanent issue. A short phase please!