It seems that emulation is a powerful teaching force.  We did almost nothing to show Isaac how to go the bathroom on his own.  He did watch us for a while.  So when he finally decided to use his potty, its no wonder that he wanted to do this (though I rarely go in the complete nude, TMI, I know):

Like father, like son.  And yes, that is the first time in two and half years of blogging that I got to use that phrase.

1.  A politician admitting the truth

or

2.  A two year old admitting he or she is tired

Mitt Romney and Barack Obama have been trading accusations and half truths for weeks now and neither side seems to want to admit when they did something wrong.  "Oh, I was only TECHNICALLY the head of Bain Capital at the time."  Like still getting a six figure paycheck "technically" right?  Maybe that is a technicality to a guy as wealthy as Mitt (who really LOOKS like a president, right? or at least the guy Hollywood casts as president; see X-Men 2 or Superman 2), but for us regular folks that is a load of change.  Or what about Barack.  Admit it, Solendra failed.  It failed big time.  It was a pet project of lefty friends; probably Susan Sarandon driving around in her dumbass Prius was one of them.

But those skirts of the truth pale in comparison to the steadfast two year old.  Isaac was beat today.  I mean zonked.  Three hours of playing with cousins, many hours outside, including one chucking rocks off a bridge with Dad, and he was beat.  We ended the day with Isaac laying on his tummy on the couch with his head resting, left check down.  He would occasionally let out a little, soft "beep, beep."

But when I asked: "Hey buddy are you tired?" he instantly snarled back with a mad but sleepy "NO!"

Isaac loves his train table.  He loves to run trains up and down it.  He loves all of the elements, especially the signal house.  He loves we make him a new layout.  But he HATES when trains derail.  Like pounding fists on the ground, red in the face, going apeshit crazy (sometimes, not all of the time).  So to give him more of what he likes and less of what he doesn't we decided to redo the entire layout again, for the second time in three days.  Two hours later, stop and reread that, we finish.  I feel like I just finished writing a paper in college.  I am tired, glad I am done, and still a little bit irritable.  But hopefully it will worth it and Isaac will like the layout.

Probably not, Bianca just pointed out a fatal flaw.