why toddler discipline is an oxymoron
The Pumpkin (calling from the bedroom, which I have vacated after being kicked in the head while on the bed): Daddy?
Me (in the living room): Yes?
TP (looking for me in the hallway, prompted by her mother): Daddy?
Me (noncommittally): Yes?
TP (now in the living room with me): Sorry.
Me: You’re sorry for what?
TP (coming closer. arms wide): I need hug.
(TP comes in for a hug; me, chuckling at the manipulation)
TP (patting her stomach—did I mention she’s naked except for a diaper?): Look at me!
TP (backing away towards the hallway at a run): You happy now?
Monday, March 12, 2007