San Antonio has been a fun vacation for all of us (although I think I'm about ready to go home now) except for poor #5. Our 3-year-old has been having a rough time of it. He seems to have picked up a stalker here. I haven't seen him (?) yet, but he's sure been causing us a lot of trouble.
It began in the car when "Somebody spilled my water on my shirt." We initially laughed off his "somebody," but we're taking him seriously now.
At the Alamo, "Somebody stepped on my foot." On the Riverwalk, "Somebody got sun in my eyes.
I started looking around for this evil do-er, but must have been looking in the wrong direction because then "Somebody drank all my milk."
But it wasn't until he wailed that "Somebody peed in my underwear" that we knew what kind of criminal mastermind was really at work.
Hopefully when we leave San Antonio "Somebody" will stay behind and we can get back to his brothers "Not Me" and "I dunno." I've learned the secrets of their evil long ago.
**Update- When we got home I decided that Somebody could stay. He does laundry. No fooling. #5 walked up to me and said "Somebody needs to wash my blanket." I blinked at him and then said "He does laundry?" "Yes." I don't care how much trouble Somebody causes. Anybody who does laundry is alright by me.