I was unloading the dishwasher while the boys watched TV. I was clinking the silverware into their slots when Asher turns around and very calmly says, "Mom?" I say "Yes, Asher?" He replies, "Can you please stop dat?" ... "Sure, Asher."
And that is one of those moments that makes those other moments forgettable. He is learning manners after all! He isn't pure terrorist! Sometimes he's an angelic little choir boy with a halo and fluffy white wings. Bless his sweet little soul!