Somehow I got conned into watching Mini-J tomorrow. A Saturday. Morning. With a two year old. I'm sure that all the 22 oz drafts for $2 BEFORE she sprung the question on me had nothing to do with it.
How many kinds of dumb am I? This is the kid that showed up at the ball park Tuesday night without a having taken a nap all day. We walked up to the concession stand to get suckers & to wear him out. Ha! The only suckers were us. He threw a huge tantrum on the way back and kicked his ball towards the parking lot. Then kicked it again. And a third time, into the lot. Under a car. And went after it. With LMP telling him not to do it all the way. To Bestie I muttered - oh that kid would so get an ass whippin'. LMP retrieved the ball and dragged her progeny back to the diamonds, kicking and screaming the whole way.
Later, when he's in his chair in "time out" there are other kids running around playing. He sniffles.
Mini-J: "I want to go play with him." (everyone is "him" or "her" if Mini-J doesn't know their name.) No response from anyone
Mini-J: "Mommy, I want to go play with him!" Still no response from anyone
Mini-J: "I sorry"
Hoodchick: "That sounded very sincere." about 20 seconds go by
Mini-J: "*sniffle, sniffle* Mommy, I sssorry"
Mini-J: "It's not funny!"
Hoodchick: "Oh, but it is. What isn't funny is the tantrum you threw earlier."
What is it about 2 year olds that they have to rely on tears to win a fight?
If he wasn't so darn cute I'd have been able to say NO WAY IN HELL!!!
For those of you busting on my Justin Timberlake love, I leave you this (which is really, really funny if you're up on popular music and in a country that allows you to view this. Seriously, I laughed so hard I farted. Wait a minute, I didn't say that. It was the DOG that farted. Really. Would I lie about something like that?)
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