It’s not that I’m embarrassed about letting an almost two-year-old grandson get the best of me. I knew I was outmatched shortly after the blond tornado came through the front door and licked the dog on the nose. Yes, he licked the dog, not the other way around.
I babysat the little man and his sister, Mater, this afternoon while his parents, aunts and uncle and older cousin went out to lunch. All went well…until he woke up from his nap.
In short order he found a marker, colored his foot and leg blue, washed his hands in the toilet, and released the dog from her temporary incarceration in a bedroom. An incarceration I instigated for her own protection. From Tater.
I’ve met my match in this tiny boy. Please don’t tell him I said that.