I love Little Dude. So. Much!!
He’s a kid after my own heart. I didn’t rush into introducing him to sweets… knowing how much of a sweet tooth I have (mainly for chocolate), I didn’t even teach him the word chocolate until he was older.
I know. Crazy. Weird. Controlling. Hypocritical. Whatever.
I would be having a bite (or handful) of chocolate and he’d say “momma, can I have some brown snack?”
The first time he asked for it, it took every fiber in me to keep my poker face, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” (Lie)
He pointed and showed me “that one. Brown snack.”
At 2-ish years old, he was on to me.
Now: At nearly 4 years old, Little Dude is so compliant, however he is at an age where he’s learning the limits.
I left Little Dude in the family room watching Signing Time while I nursed Little Brother and put him down for a nap upstairs…
While I was up there, I heard him DRAAAAAG a kitchen chair across the bumpy tile floor, the THUNK of a cupboard door open.
I figured he was getting a snack. He’s a bottomless pit on swim lesson days. But I looked down at Little Brother and saw I he wasn’t quite down nursing yet. Yes, I nurse him until he’s drowsy/sleepy.
A few minutes later, I came back downstairs to the family room.
He found the Mega Chips (they are amazing chocolate chips) and there was a still screen of King of the Hill & he was holding the remote?!?!
It wasn’t playing. But I have no idea how much he watched.
I asked him “what’s this about?”
He said “Jesus.”
I turned it off. Not quite, dude. Not even close, really.
Time to up my game.
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