When he decides that he wants to put his own socks and shoes on after I have already done so, and then proceeds to scream at me while tearing them off, it helps that his angry face is actually kinda cute.
At the playground, each and every time, he asks me to push him on the swing. "Not slow," he says each and every time. So I give him a bit of a push, then he yells, "I don't want to go in the air!" So I slow him down. So he can yell again, "Not slow!" A little harder. "I don't want to go in the air!" Apparently there is a very, very specific height that suits him, and I am to keep the swing at that height without ever actually pushing him. Yeah, the adorableness of his little tush on the swing keeps me from showing him what "in the air" really means.
Yes, God knew what he was doing when he made toddlers/preschoolers yummy little bundles of baby fat and cuddles.
Just curious, though, why didn't He do the same for teens and preteens? Their angry faces aren't nearly as cute as their preschool counterparts' expressions.
Perhaps if I make them wear the hat when they get angry?
|The kid rarely gets angry. He had no idea how to make an angry face.|
Oh yes, much better.
Turken couldn't be left out, so he grabbed the hat and pulled an angry pose of his own.
Oh, he is still way in the cute phase.
You know the theory that says kids live up to the expectations people have for them? It's true.
Hello Cuckoo photo bomb.
Have a lovely day!