When I picked him up from nursery on Sunday- the leaders told me the last few weeks he's been a new little boy. He's turned into the 'leader' of the class and is correcting his teachers by rewriting his name the way HE wants. I have been trying to get him to write his letters for MONTHS. Apparently he has been paying attention but just didn't want to cooperate for me.
Yesterday I got after him for stepping on Metta - and he got this terribly sad little face. He told me I had hurt his feelings. I grabbed him and hugged him and asked; "did the hug help?". He shook his head no. I kissed him and asked; "did the kiss help?". He shook his head no again. And then he got this sheepish little grin and squeeked; "I think a kit-kat will help". And thus the little fat rolls on his belly.
I sure love him.
5 comments:
Squeeze those cheeks for me! He is so darn cute. I'm so sorry I'll miss the party in Buffalo next month but I'll send gifts.
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Haha! So cute! Kit Kats really are a cure-all. Love his darling smile!
A kit-kat would make me feel better too! What a smartie-pants!
He looks a lot like Zeb in that last picture! Smart kid for solving problems with chocolate!
Don't you just love when you get the time to really know you're kiddos one on one? He's really a cutie and I still think Metta has the prettiest lips around! Love the pics in the previous post!
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