Imagine: Family sitting at dinner roar. L. Little is largely finished and starts to fool around: bread remains in fill the cup of water (resulting in water cup is confiscated), chop with a fork holes in the table (Episode: The fork confiscated), he throws his cards or boards under the table, just to ask me once, he kindly re-aside
I calmly say "My dear L. Little, if you will again have it, then climb down and haul you."
Little L . "Mommy, ähäh," (with gestures he makes it clear that he had absolutely no desire to move his diaper butt of Tripp Trapp and I told him the missile kindly back to vorfischen under the table)
I: " No, Little L., if you want it, then you have to get the same again. "
so it goes back and forth a few times until he grins at me with big eyes, then opens up the mouth and very impressive splash, spontaneous roar with the tears can be.
Sure, then it is tantamount to using its big brother: "Look, Mom, now he's crying. Give him the boards. "
I declare Little Q. So that there is something like the terrible twos and I do not feel like Little Ls to be a ball boy, quite apart from the fact that he boards throw eh not to, but after about 10 seconds Q. interrupts me: . I can not listen to me, I get it now the " Says crawls under the table and extends his Little L. boards. Hears crying spontaneously and squirt tears, says with a very sweet accent "Dannggää"
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