He walks behind me making mess after mess after mess as I try to get ready in the morning. And when I tell him "no," he hauls off and hits me.
He runs away, laughing, when I try to get him dressed. Or get his shoes on. Or put on his jacket.
But all is forgiven when he takes my face in his chubby little hands and plants a big kiss right on my lips. Oh, how I love that little stinker.
6 comments:
LOVE this. and its so true, right? Ah!
He IS cute. I hope he gets in the habit of sleeping really soon!
Gah he sure is cute! Maybe we can chalk this up to terrible 2ish...
Sooooo cute! This post just melted me.
Sounds a lot like my little one, except she sleeps really well. Sorry, not to rub it in or anything. :)
Kids...they only people who can get away with all of that and still convince us to make them dinner. Cute pics!
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