Learning to talk is a big deal around here. My son is taking his time, gearing up to talk when he darn well pleases. His Daddy and I have no idea where he got his stubborn streak. Well, then.
I was told by my Parents as Teachers coach that he is in the "gray area" in the language department. (I haven't been worried about it since my sister popped off with "F--- the gray area; he's brilliant.") Ahem. So, how do you fret after that?
He did learn, with the assistance of his best buddy, Lola, how to say "mine" today. They have taken turns yelling "MINE!" at each other most of the morning. Let's see, they've fought over a tennis racket, a pacifier, a book and a piece of fuzz. I was rolling my eyes at how childish the toddlers were acting.
Then, they grabbed my beautiful iron candlesticks and started tugging.
In an emotional moment...without thinking.....I ran to save my candlesticks........I yelled......... to my everlasting shame...........
I have joined the ranks of the emotionally immature: