Already at three, it starts mom can't seem to do much right! Lately I have been getting blamed for a lot of things. For example, one day Dylan puts his pajama shirt on backwards, I'm standing about 10 feet away the entire time and then I get a mom, look what you did!
Tonight I was helping Carter with cookie dough and it wasn't rolling out quite right, mom it's all your fault...AHHHH, I want daddy to do it! I feel like this happens about five times a night.