Our eyes meet and in that second, I know -
if I give in now, it's going to be this tough for the rest of our lives.
I have to stand my ground.
I narrow my eyes and prepare myself.
His mouth curls up a bit in the corner, a dead giveaway. This isn't his battle - he's having fun.
Little butthead.
"Sebastian," I start, until -
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I don't WANT to!" explodes from that curled lip.
"Ok." And I dive right in, ready to wrestle him for the batteries to the remote that he has successfully removed.
The Battle for Things Baz Should Not Have continues.
And he's getting stronger.
Kat
Ju-jitsu.
ReplyDeleteWorks for me. Works for my wife.
You know you want to!
I do! I'm working my way towards it... :)
ReplyDeleteTo make you feel better, I would ask Mary for some stories about Tom. I'm sure Baz is exactly like his daddy....
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