…because I won’t let him look through the viewfinder of the camera WHILE I’m taking his picture.
…because he can’t find his FUDDY GUY! (Anything from a clown to an astronaut to the demonic bionical happy meal toy with the red glowing eyes is a “funny guy” according to Magoo.)
…because his spoon is the wrong color.
…because when he said “yes” he really meant “no” which of course meant “yes” except today because it didn’t and I dared to misunderstand his meaning.
…when I move him back to the crib after he escapes from his bunkbed. As he cries, he yells, “I WANT MY CHANCES!”
…because these feet aren’t really skid proof and the linoleum is less forgiving than he’d like.
…because everything fun is “dangerous.”
…because he’s two, the cookies are “hid” and life is pain.