At 25 months, Knox knows he’s hot.
For some reason, the song “Dontcha” (I’m guessing the name & I don’t know the artist) was in my head today, so I was singing it as I was putting Knox down for his nap (because it’s a totally appropriate lullaby, if you ask me).
Here’s what happened:
Me: Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?
Knox (looking at me strangely): Hot like *us*.