Curtis did something quite unexpected tonight. I asked him to stop playing and get his pajamas on. And he did!
Quite surprised, I said, "Curtis, thanks for being obedient, buddy."
"I learned about being obedient in nursery."
Had someone taken my terrible three-year-old and replaced him with this kid?
Before I could even finish that thought, Curtis walked up to me and punched me in the stomach.
Nope. Still the same kid.