Fuss has been on a lollipop kick lately.
Tonight's pitch went like this-
Failing to get his pajama bottoms on because he "wanted to be in my DIPEY!", I saved face by talking him into wearing the top. A bit later he sidled up to me in the kitchen and engaged his casual, coy persona.
"Uh, Dada? I think I need a lolli-POP."
"Really? How come?"
"Well, because I'm in my diapy."
"Hmm. We'll see."
A few minutes later he was back.
"Uh....Dada? My diapy is making me feel lollipop-ish!"
"Oh, it is?"
"Yes! So, I just really need a lollipop. See?"
Hard to argue with logic that airtight.
I did make him put on his bottoms, though, so I'm still a good parent right?