Sassy is the word I would use to describe this little man.
Geez, a momma can't do anything right for him but yet I can't leave his side. In church this little angel not so quietly whispers to me that he is going to take one of his shoes off 'cuz it hurtshis big toe. I agree to his terms and view the injured toe. Now if I squinted my eyes just right and dangled the toe in direct sunlight, there many have been the tiniest of red marks on that toe. The loving mother that I am, I lean over and gently kiss that big toe and pat his foot. The drama king loudly scream, "Why did you have to do that? You're a meanie!" Then tries to hit me. Really I just can't when with him. The behavior absolutely had nothing to do with needing a nap, because he doesn't need one. Just ask him. This is what we had at 5:30 later that night. 
3 comments:
ahhhh, we run through this scenario quite often in our house. love the pictures.
i bet i know where he learned to be so sassy...
ps he kind of looks like he's wearing a skirt... had to do a double take!!
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