Tylor gave me an overdose of cuteness this morning. I’m downstairs putting on my shoes, ready to walk out the door and go to work, when I hear Ty coming down the stairs. By the sounds, he’s obviously carrying something. When he rounds the corner, I see he is carrying his Diego playset, which folds up into a box with a little handle. When he got to the bottom step he sits down and says “Shoes” (we always sit on that set and put his shoes on when we’re leaving the house).

“Where do you think you’re going,” I ask?

“Work”

At which point I crack up and explain that he can’t come to work with daddy yet. He was very disappointed and tried once more. Very quietly, “shoes” he pleaded. Then he got distracted by a stuffed elephant.