He knows how to turn on the radio on Brad's alarm clock. The other morning I heard him turn it on and looked over and he was shaking his little bootie to "Blurred Lines" by Robin Thick. I'm in trouble!
He has seen me do my work out DVD's in the living room. One afternoon I found him with one of my hand weights, standing in front of the tv, doing squats - he was bending his knees, and sticking his little butt out. Not even kidding on this one!
He loves my hair straightener but obviously it's something I can't let him play with. (I try not to use it when he's around). The other morning he was throwing a fit because I wouldn't let him have it. Pretty soon, he comes out of my bathroom holding an old straightener that I had in the bottom drawer. He goes over to the mirror and puts it up to his head as if he's straightening his own hair.
He loves helping me fold laundry. But apparently he is up to a little more than just helping me with it. One night Brad opened the trash can and found a pair of my underwear in the trash.
I can't open the laundry room door without Parker pushing me out of the way to get out the small vacuum. This kid LOVES to vacuum. I have learned that I can turn it on, put it on the carpet for him and go get something else done because he would stand there pushing the vacuum back and forth all day! Win, Win!
Any time I get a text message alert on my phone, he says, "uh-oh".
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