How was my day today?
Kiko wrote me an e-mail which basically said “Noa locked me out of the house while I was putting up Halloween decorations, played knock-knock with me, and then let me in.”
This morning I woke up to Noa saying: “I hate you Daddy… maybe” “Or maybe I don’t… maybe.” “Nope, I hate you!” and went to sleep with “Daddy, I farted. But, Daddy I farted.” To which Kiko responded “Did anything come out?”. And Noa replied, “No, but I farted.”
My son is a genius. I am just not sure whether to be happy or sad.