You all know that when you have your second child, it is inevitable that the first child will push, pull, steal, and do who-knows-what-else when Mommy isn't looking in order to make sure that baby sibling knows who's been around the boat more.
And all Moms secretly wait anxiously for the day when the baby sibling figures out that he just isn't going to take it anymore.
Well... that time has come!
This weekend, my mom took my daughter for the weekend. So Noel and I spent the weekend smoking a brisket and just having some good old-fashioned bonding time with my son.
When my daughter came home, she was suffering from post-Mimi-hyperactivity-disorder. (All parents with grandparents who spoil know what I am talking about). She was everywhere... bouncing, singing, playing, yelling.
In the midst of this celebration, she laid on the floor.... and that is when he took his shot.
From nowhere, my son slyly walks up to my daughter and ... whammo! Lands right on top of her... BODYSLAM!
I couldn't help but just laugh and laugh and laugh. The proper response from a good mom would probably have been "Now son, please get off your sister... it is not nice to pile drive her like that"
My actual response was more like "Woooo Hooo! You go Son! What a big boy!" Which translated to toddler-ese meant "Oooohh... I did something great... look at my mommy react... I need to do this more often!"
Fortunately, my son suffers from short attention span (anyone remember ten-second-Tom from 50 First Dates???) And he is easily swayed by the offer of food.
So a few seconds post body slam, my son was up and wandering around again...Moments of hilarity.. then... over.
I can't wait until Round 2.
I will explain the consequences of these actions at a later time....maybe.
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