This cartoonist named Mell Lazarus once said that The secret of dealing successfully with a child is not to be its parent.
Dunno about that but I do think treating a child like a child has it’s limitations.
When I went to see my son, I brought him a marble run game that the ABFF got him. He ended up just loving it.
It was actually really nice to just sit there and play with him, figuring out this this puzzle together.
He’s more and more verbal every time I see him.
Him: (when the toy got jammed for the first time) That was unexpected.
Me: (laughing to mother-in-law) Whoa, where did he pick that up from?
MIL: You, Logan!
People find it funny that I don’t talk to him like a child, but I remember hating being talked to like a child, even when I was a child. Found it patronizing.
Plus, everything I’ve read about child development indicates that children pick up things far better than one might imagine.
So, I talk to him the way I might talk to someone my age(ish).
Besides, I’m not really one for frivolous conversation.
Me: For what it’s worth, I told you that I couldn’t be trusted in affairs of the heart. I told you that I wasn’t your person.
Contestant: I hoped.
Me: I’m sorry. That’s where you went wrong.
By the time you read this entry, I should have 100,000 views on that video.
I needed a better fitting shirt and to slouch less. Blargh.
Anywho, here’s a song for your Labour Day weekend. And subscribe to my playlist if you want more tunes.
Location: earlier this morning, waving goodbye to my favourite little human
Music: in the living room, turn it up until we feel it boom (Spotify)
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