Rule number one: Confuse your predator
My son loves a good chase. He loves to have me chase him so much that even when I'm not trying to chase him, he starts running away from me. All I have to do is take a few steps toward him, and off he goes. Great fun, let me tell you....
Today, I was chasing him around and around the house when he suddenly stopped and turned around to face me. This was different. I crouched down and looked at him, wondering what could be wrong.
"Hug!" he said, and gave me a hug. Then, a sweet little kiss from his tiny mouth.
"Oh, sweetie--" I started to say.
But then he was off and running down the hallway again.
Oh, he's good. Very good.
Today, I was chasing him around and around the house when he suddenly stopped and turned around to face me. This was different. I crouched down and looked at him, wondering what could be wrong.
"Hug!" he said, and gave me a hug. Then, a sweet little kiss from his tiny mouth.
"Oh, sweetie--" I started to say.
But then he was off and running down the hallway again.
Oh, he's good. Very good.
Labels: Man-cub
posted by Holly at 9:22 PM
3 Comments:
Oh boy! Sounds like half of my ex-boyfriends ;)
Dare I say he's TOO good! Boys, they just learn that WAY TOO YOUNG. Too cute.
I LIKE that boy. He's got TALENT! And instinct! And he'll be President someday. Yessir!! Nurse! Nurse! Where are my cigars? They keep hiding things on me ....
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