You know that age old rule: “Don’t laugh when your child does something wrong no matter how terribly cute or funny it is”?
I broke that rule today.
Shoot, I took a sledgehammer and smashed it all to smithereens when I turned to hubs saying “Watch him! Do it again for Daddy!”
A teensy moment of bad parenting.. I’m not perfect.
My son may have thrown all table manners to the wind when he took off the top piece of bread to his sandwich, held the other half in his hands and then dove in face first, nom-nom-nommed on the deli turkey, swallowed satisfactorily and then pretended to burp sheepishly… but:
- He was eating his meat (which is what I told him to do, and what he didn’t want to do.)
- He was doing it joyfully and agreeably.
- He was awfully darn cute.
- And it was the last thing I was expecting, the playfulness catching me off guard under normally frustrating circumstances until I giggled like a little girl.
I guess sometimes you just gotta laugh!
Hubs just stood there and shook his head at me. “You’re probably going to regret that later.” Yeah. I might. Remind me of that tomorrow.