I have this quote from Monty Python and Search for the Holy Grail running through my head.
"First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it."
As always, Monty Python speaks the truth (although we will count to four, and beyond).
We must proceed through three, and believe me there are times (read: many, many times every day) I would like to throw a holy hand grenade at him. Not to destroy him, but to transform him into the well behaved boy I know he can be.
Terrible Two's has nothing on this kid.
He is a stinker. Plain and simple.
I should have five hundred rotten things to write that he did just today, but as survival (or foggy mommy brain) would have it, at this moment I can't think of a single darn thing. Not one.
OK, so it's not all bad.
He is so darn cute. Cuteness is a survival strategy, absolutely.
His new haircut makes him look like one of The Three Stooges, don't you think? I can't figure out if it's the hair or his ears. Or both? Maybe I'm just looking for comic relief wherever I can.
Tomorrow, I am going to tell myself over and over, all day long, "He is only three". It will probably echo through my head at least five hundred times.
2 comments:
Haha, monty python.
He has such a cute pouty face.
I've got one of those little guys as well...except that he won't be three for another 4 months...if he survives that long!
His cuteness gets him off the hook many times as well!
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