January 01, 2007

Captain Charmypants

filed under: Dadditudes

The problem with Max's mad verbal skillz is that he's starting to figure out how to charm his way out of trouble. And then sometimes it happens just by accident, when he's just working out what's on his mind.

We were just downstairs, and he's crazy with tired (no nap at home), and had been warned about getting rough. He kicked at me, and I turned off the TV and declared that Mommy and I were going upstairs, and he would stay downstairs alone. His response:

Will you leave the toy? Will you leave a toy to help me? If someone will take care of me, then I will stay down here. If no one will take care of me, then I will be wicked sad.
Posted by rjt at January 1, 2007 04:31 PM
Comments

didn't realize the boy had been raised in Boston.

Posted by: perj at January 2, 2007 09:41 AM

That's funny

Posted by: Adam at January 9, 2007 05:15 PM