My kid is at “that age”, the age where he is everywhere and into everything and too young to understand “no”. I tell him I’m going to send him back to Scandinavia if he doesn’t shape up. He’s not really from there, but we’re pretty sure that’s where people assume we adopted him. He doesn’t look a lick like any of us with his blonde, curly hair.
He’s a rascal. He walks slowly, backward when he catches your eye and knows he’s about to get chased down for being naughty – which these days is usually eating the tips off his sister’s markers and crayons and getting into the garbage. Then, just as you make your move to get him, he turns and makes a run for it. And, he smiles when you scold him. Punk.
Anyway, I ran across this blog from a few years back that quickly reminded me our well behaved, precious 4 year old daughter used to be just as much of a rascal. Kids, what are you going to do with them?
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