For no good reason. There is no need to have a reason to beat your Mother with your favourite stuffed animal in my child's world.
"Finley why? Why are you doing this to Mummy? I don't feel well. Please be nice."
Whack. Pokepokepoke. Whack.
With one last whack on my legs he had mercy on me and left me alone.
For about a minute.
Again he flung his 40 plus pound body on top of mine and settled in once more, his back against my belly.
"Janawarwee.....Janawarwee! Jaaanaaawarwee. Jannnnaaawarrrrrweee!"
I refused to answer.
I would not.
That is not my name.
Not to my children.
But it was super damn cute. So darn adorable I had to fight the urge to squish him into a ball and eat him.
"Finley. What is my name?"
"Janawarwee." Well duh. I stepped right into that one.
"No. My other name baby doll."
"Yes. That's right. You call me Mommy, love."
Yep. That's what I thought.
|Ooooh the devilish deliciousness of this kid. |
So, so, SO hard to stay mad at this face.