Izzy is weird.

* Friday morning, as I was getting breakfast together, he starts begging me for brown mustard. So he had blueberries dipped in mustard along with a bowl of cereal. He ate it all.

* Every morning when we're done showering, he yells, "Towel!," and turns his back to me, for me to drape said towel around his shoulders. And EVERY SINGLE MORNING, he throws it off his shoulders with a terribly distressed look, starts crying and screaming, and hands it back to me to try again. I put it on him again, IN THE EXACT SAME MANNER, and usually it's okay, but it took four tries this morning.

* Earlier today, he brought me one of his new pull-ups, with have the Incredible Hulk on them, and he pointed to it and said, "Baby."

"No," I said, "Hulk."

"Hulk," he repeats. Then he hugs the diaper to his chest, says, "Baby!," and takes it and lays down with it, curled up under a blanket.

Need I say more?