"...and his name is Nathan!" finishes Esther gleefully.
After evening family prayer, the kids get their drink of water before they run off to bed. Tonight we were getting them down late as we'd been partying at Daron's brother's house for the holiday. I got a cup and filled it from the fridge dispenser for each of the kids and then handed them out. Nathan cried because he'd wanted to fill it himself. So he stomped to the sink and dumped the water out.
"I do! I do!" he cried.
Fine. So I lifted him up and helped him to fill the cup. He didn't want help and screamed. So I put him down. He stomped and cried and spilled a bunch of water on the floor. Then he raced back to the sink and tossed cup and water into it.
He came running to me with arms outstretched. I picked him up and he just put his head sulkily onto my shoulder, ready for bed.
What a grouch! But it was very hard not to laugh. Needless to say, he went right to sleep.
1 comment:
But he's so cute! It's hard to imagine him being grumpy.
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