So I was getting ready to put two and a half year old DS to bed the other night, and he was stalling. He crawled into my lap and told me he wanted to nurse, and I told him we had to get on PJs and get into bed first.
He got out of my lap, then a second later he crawled right back in. In total stage drama style, he places his hand on his forehead and says, "Oh, my head. I got an owieeee. I need to nrrrrrrrse."
Yeah, nice try, you little monkey.
He got out of my lap, then a second later he crawled right back in. In total stage drama style, he places his hand on his forehead and says, "Oh, my head. I got an owieeee. I need to nrrrrrrrse."
Yeah, nice try, you little monkey.
