Bairno Baby is Bad!
This child is too funny. Seriously. He is one of the funniest children ever. He’s smart. He’s cute. He’s a cuddle bug. He’s a clown. Let me share a little bit of my recent Bairno with you today.
About two weeks ago he “discovered” something new. You know, one of those new “baby tricks.” While I know he’s not a baby anymore at 22 months old, he’s still my baby.
I was eating a chocolate candy bar, getting my HRT for the day, and working (on some school records). Disclaimer: When I start in on something really important I tend to tune everything else out - even my children. Sad, but true. Same when I read so I don’t get much read unless they are all in bed at night. That’s why I work on business stuff when SmockDaddy is here and I can “shut myself away” in my office. It keeps me on track and I can work without having to split my ears and my thoughts between job the children - he’s here and can take of their needs so I can work. Anyway, this particular time SmockDaddy wasn’t home, but the older children were outside playing and Bairno was on my bed asleep. Bairno woke up and came walking in and climbed into my lap to help me type. Right. I had heard his the pitter-patter of his little big feet coming down the hall so I quickly put away my coveted HRT. I had apparently been to slow and he was wise to my attempts to hide it. He was sucking his thumb and alternately giving me the sign for please and pointing toward my hidden chocolate. Darn. I tried to ignore his request offering him pens and paper, a calculator, the dead phone. He was wise to me (shoot!) and was rather persistent. I looked at him and asked him point blank what he wanted. He pointed to my special drawer. I asked him to say please (the words, not the sign) because he can and I wanted to encourage the vocal please.
And that is when it happened: he looked up at me with squinted eyes and the cheesiest grin he could muster. He had his bottom jaw pushed forward just enough so his top and bottom teeth lined up and the edges of his mouth were practically touching his ears. Then he pointed to my drawer again. I could hardly believe my eyes. Had he just tried to win a piece of my chocolate with a grin because he knows he is so dang cute?! So I asked him again to say please. And he did it again. Seriously.
And you know what? I gave him a piece. I sure did. You know what else - he only does this for a piece of chocolate or candy corn. He says please for anything else. My little rat. He’s so cute! He knows how to work it.
I’ve been trying to catch a picture of this, but he’s wise to me. When I do get it I’ll share. I promise.
Then this morning he was eating a waffle and I walked over and gave him a kiss on his sticky cheek. He started screaming, “NO!” So I backed away and looked at him funny. He then covered his waffle with his hand and said, “NO!” again. I realized he thought I was going to either take his plate (I had just put a few things in the sink) or was going to eat his waffle. Neither of which was on my mind to do, but he felt a deep need to protect his beloved breakfast. I told him I wasn’t going to take his waffle and leaned over for another quick peck on his cheek. He turned around a bit and said, “Wook!” as he pointed out the window behind him at the dog. I looked. And as soon as I did, he grabbed a bite of his waffle and shoved it in his already full mouth. Stinker! I couldn’t believe he did that, but the Eldest saw it too. No one was going to take his waffle.
“Wook! (scarf)” That’s too funny. He’s a smart boy. Next thing I know he’ll be making sarcastic comments. Remind me to keep a close eye on my Halloween candy when he’s around.
@MK: Well, he loves his waffles. You will definitely need to keep an eye on your Halloween candy.
That is hilarious!!!!!
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