There comes moments in a mother's life when she starts to realize the personality of her children. It isn't revealed all at once and is subject to change as said children mature and grow with experience, but there are those glimmers that come in an instant that give just a glimmer into what is the basis for who their child is.
Case in point: my youngest is a destructive two-year old that is as cute as the day is long, yet...he tries my patience like no other. He follows all of the toddler rules as if it is a cult of religion. "If it is empty, I must fill it. If it is filled, I must empty it," and so on and so on. Today, my little terrorist decided to spill a bottle of lotion on the floor and by this, I truly mean it was a conscious decision. This was no, oops, I spilled my juice, this was a very thought out action by the little sweetheart.
"Benjamin, for God's sake, stop that!" I yelled, striding across the room to retrieve the bottle he was practically wielding as a weapon.
"I'm not God," he stated, clear as day.
A glimmer.
My son, the honest smart-ass.
2 comments:
I'm cracking up! Oh dear. God has a sense of humor, doesn't He?
LOL! Indeed.
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