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(Not so) Terrible Two’s
I’ve said it before: My little guy is ornery. It seems every day brings a funny new incident that I can crack up my co-workers with. Here are a few in a recent string of memorable moments:
1) Every parent knows how hard it is to extract a toddler from a playground, no matter how many “time warnings” you give. This delicate operation often ends in tears, screams, the stomping of feet and the pounding of fists.
Last week, we had one of those painful extractions. I finally tucked my flailing, sobbing tot under one arm and marched off the elementary school playground — and nearly bumped into the school psychologist in the process. What a proud moment in my parenting portfolio.
(I’m slightly ashamed to share a trick I’ve learned since then: With my first two children, I always packed a snack and drink for the playground. Now I just pack the drink, and often use the snack as a way to make a smooth transition toward home: “Let’s go home and have a cookie!” works every time.)
2) Another playground episode: On the way home from our neighborhood park the other day, Baby was dawdling a few steps behind Sister and Dad, who turned to try to prod Baby to step it up. What Hubby reported later sent chills up my spine: Baby was swinging around a dead squirrel that he had apparently picked up from the sidewalk! AAAACCCKK! Much hand-washing and sanitizing followed.
4) We walked in a community parade this weekend, with me pushing Baby’s stroller, which became a catch-all for our other marchers. He had extra bags of candy, fliers, umbrellas and such at his feet. At the end of the parade, I found out why he had been so quiet and “well-behaved” throughout the parade: There were about 30 discarded wrappers from the candy he had been snitching all day littering the bottom of his stroller!
3) Today, Hubby took his boy-o to the grocery store to get him out of mommy’s hair. When they came back, Baby was covered from head to toe in scribbles from an inkpen he had gotten ahold of in the back seat. Why he thought that was a good idea, I’ll never know. Again, much scrubbing ensued.
As my mother-in-law put it, he’s like Dennis the Menace. My own mom says he’ll be the death of me. At least I’ll die laughing.
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