There are days where I think that the Mini is having a hard time understanding things. I know he can understand, but he’s still a little behind in some of the easier conceptual things. I’m not complaining about it. He takes after me. Even today, there are still some conceptual things that are just lost on me. It’s like there’s a misconnection in there somewhere.
And then there are those days where I’m pretty sure he’s just playing me for a total fool. Because, woman? I am NOT your monkey.
Last night, as a bit of a treat, I gave him some “coco gock” (or for those of you that don’t understand toddlerese, chocolate milk) for the first time at dinner. It was one of those organic juice box varieties as we’re trying to get him to master the straw. I don’t know that I’ve seen his eyes light up like that in a while, because the coco gock was a big hit. Because I didn’t want him to fill up on nothing but the sweet sweet poison, I took his juice box away and told him to eat a piece of his dinner and he could have another sip. To which he gladly understood and obliged.
People, I now have the tools and understanding for toddler bribery. To hell with the election, this is way more victorious.