My toddler is a rebel. For the past 24 hours he has been doing things he knows he shouldn’t. But it’s not just what he’s doing, it’s how he’s doing it. Last night he started to tip over his bowl of goldfish crackers. The hubs said no. The toddler tipped it a little more. The hubs said no. The toddler stopped. Thought about it. Looked the hubs in the eye, and turned the bowl upside down. The crackers went crashing to the ground.
I know a good story-teller would tie this to a life lesson about how we all do things we aren’t supposed to and we learn from it, so on and so forth. I can’t really concentrate on that right now because I’m waiting for the hubs to discover that I hacked his phone and texted his brothers – acting like I was him, but saying something so out of character that it makes me giggle just thinking about it.
I guess being ornery runs in the family.