Zeeke's new line when we tell him to apologize is "Zeekies don't say they're sorry." We put him in time out (ie sitting on the bottom step in the living room) until he says he's sorry (and what he's sorry for), but his tough little toddler pride makes him amazingly stubborn. He'll sit there and sob for the longest time, occasionally pausing to reitterate his argument "But Zeekies don't say they're sorry!" like it's an indisputable fact that we're somehow failing to grasp.
In addition to his longstanding claim that he is Karen's real husband, Zeeke has recently started trying to marry Steve off. He's selected various women and girls that he says can be Steve's wife. Possible new nickname: Yentapus Rex?
Thursday afternoon we got a call to pick him up because he had a stomach bug. Zeeke showed no outward signs of being ill so we headed out to the playground where he played with a girl named Rosie.
Friday, we kept him home from school again just to be safe. In the morning, we went to playground where he played with Rosie again for a good long time. When we finally left, they had to say goodbye about two dozen times. For dinner, Steve & Zeeke met up with Ali & Delano and Jen & Amelie at the pop-up garden.
Saturday, all three of us went to Gold Star Park with a card for Zeeke's dog friend Luna, but sadly she wasn't there. After that, we went to a free dance class where Zeeke had a fantastic time and amazed us by how he followed each and every direction the teacher gave. After his nap, we went to a swell books and snacks party at our friend Karin's house and then met a bunch of friends at Vietnam Cafe in West Philly.
Sunday, we hit the playground in the morning and then went out for gelato after dinner.