Who's the parent?

Ethan has been cracking me up today. This morning, he was sitting on the bench in the hall and we had this exchange:

"Ethan, get your shoes so that we can go to the grocery store."
"I can't mom, I'm in climb out!"
"Do you mean time out?"
"I'm in climb out, mom."
"Why?"
"Because I wasn't being nice. I was biting you at the store."
"Ok. That's a good reason."

After the grocery store, I was trying to unpack the food while eating my lunch. Ethan promptly yelled at me to "Sit down while you're eating, mom!" I quickly obeyed, because it is the rule. (We never yell, but maybe our stern voices need toning down.)

Finally, it was naptime. Ethan beat me into his room and sat down next to his little couch in my spot. He said, "Mom, I'm going to sit here and you can sit on the couch. I'll read you stories." So Ethan read me three books and then turned off the light so that we could take our naps.

I like when it's clear that Ethan understands the routine and the rules, even more when he does it himself!