Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Because you Can't Argue with a Toddler

There is just no point arguing with a toddler...

Like when he cries for the purple plate but actually means the blue plate and you give him the purple plate and he points to the blue one instead and you tell him that is blue and not purple but he insists it is purple and cries until he is blue, I mean purple in the face...

You can't argue with that.


Like when you ask the kids what they want for lunch and he says butter and takes you to the fridge and points to the butter and cries when you give him something else for lunch and explain that butter is not a meal but he keeps crying and crying until you can't take it any more and give him a tiny blob of butter...

You can't argue with that.


Like when you put him in bed before eight to catch up on some work after his bedtime but no amount of boobing, bedtime stories or lullabyes will send him to sleep, because he is not tired because he had a long afternoon nap while you slaved away...

You can't argue with that.



Like when you think he is sound asleep and you pull out that gorgeous slab of imported Swiss chocolate that you have been saving, and his ultrasonic hearing picks up the rustling of papers from four rooms away and he comes running to demand his share...

You can't argue with that.



Like when he smears his cereal all over the kitchen table, singing 'tidy up, clean up'.

You can't argue with that.



You might think that you are the responsible adult, the one in charge, but he is the one who really wears (the pull up nappy) pants. Say what you want, introduce naughty corners and time outs, calming jars, ignoring tactics or any other technique, if your debate opponent is a toddler, the toddler will always win.

Because there is no point arguing with a toddler...

Because you don't really want to argue with a toddler...

Because you love some of the things he does so much...





Like when he plants dozens of hugs and kisses on you for no reason at all...

You can't argue with that.




Like when he laughs uncontrollably at silly things...

You can't argue with that.



Like when he sings and dances...

You can't argue with that.




Like when he 'helps' you around the house...

You can't argue with that.




Like when he imitates the things that you say and do...

You can't argue with that...


Like when he tries to change his own nappy...

You can't argue with that...


Like when he fills your heart and your dreams...

You can't argue with that. 



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