This evening my wife decided to brave the Manhattan crowds in search of the perfect Christmas-themed bathroom curtains, and I was left alone with the Devil.Â Despite the millions of hours I have spent alone with our child I still have to convince my wife that we will be fine without adult supervision.Â Yes, in my mind I’m saying “Oh god please don’t leave me alone with… him!”Â Â HoweverÂ the words that come out of my mouth are always “would you just leave, I know how to take care of our son.”Â Anyway, she was gone and the Devil and I were bonding – Â I was pulling him off of stuff and giving him timeouts, he was calling me names and being mischievous.Â The usual.Â Then he asked for dinner.Â I agreed it was time to chow down.Â I set a pot to boil and he immediately insisted that it was hot and that I should add the noodles.Â I told him that the water wasn’t hot yet and he pouted a bit.Â Then he called my name.Â I prepared for another cooking lesson from my tiny Chef Ramsay.Â
“You’re a good daddy.”Â
“What?”Â I couldn’t hide my amazement.Â
“You’re a good daddy,” he repeated with a toothy smile.Â
“Thank you Devin.Â That means a lot coming from you.”Â I meant it.Â
Maybe three minutes later he said “Shut up Daddy before I hit you in the mouth.”Â He was tired of me singing Christmas songs.Â Good thing I’m a good daddy because had I done to him what first came to my mind I would have been a very, very bad daddy.
It’s so nice to know that I’m not the only one with a moody mouthy little boy 🙂
Wait a minute, in the picture, is he telling you to “Speak to the Hand?”…*lol*….or trying to duck from you taking his umpteenth picture?…*smile*