They’re horrible, aren’t they?
Horrible tactics, anyway.
Haha. I don’t know what it is, but every kid seems to eventually figure out that there is one way to always get out of just about anything! Noah just figured out the great power of hugs and kisses.
This is how it generally goes down.
“Noah, give me a big hug and run and get yourself down for a nap.” Said hug happens. Noah skedaddles six feet towards his bedroom and stops.
“Dad, I want to give you another hug.” He looks at me with those horribly enchanting big brown eyes of his.
“Okay, fine. One more hug.” Said hug happens. Noah skedaddles seven feet towards his bedroom and stops.
“Dad, I want to give you another kiss.” He looks at me with that impossibly charming little grin of his.
“Okay, fine. One more kiss.” Said kiss happens. Noah skedaddles eight feet towards his bedroom and stops.
“Dad, I don’t feel like I have enough hugs.” He looks at me with that damned cute little scrunched up nose of his.
“Nice try, Noah. Time for naps. Go lay down.” Time to be firm, Dad.
“But, Dad…” his damned cute little scrunched up nose scrunches up even further.
“Noah, you can’t always say that you need more hugs to keep from taking naps.”
Noah’s eyes look at me like I have betrayed him. I am starting to weaken. No. Time to be firm, Dad.
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