Just look at him. Snuggler and cuddler one minute, and master manipulator the next.
After listening to Zane play for an hour and a half in his bed, during what was supposed to be naptime, I enter his room to ask him if he even tried to sleep.
"Zane, it's naptime! Did you sleep?"
Pause. Cute eyes. Sweet cheeks.
"Well, I did put my head on the pillow."
Head tilt. The non-verbal equivalent of saying, "Aren't I irresistibly adorable?"
Dumping in the Pull-Up
I'm thinking that Zane has done his daily unload, and yet I'm not sure. Rather than checking, I ask him, point blank, whether he has gone, as we are working tirelessly on teaching him about telling the truth and lying.
"Zane, did you poop in your Pull-Up?"
"Zane, are you telling Mommy the truth?"
"Yes. I didn't poop."
"Good. I won't be mad if you pooped. But I will be angry if you are lying."
"Well, lying IS a problem."
Glad he thought so. He missed out on movie night due to lying. A mother's nose knows.
Upon entering his room after a long nap. His, not mine - are you kidding?
"Oh, here comes my cute Mommy!"
Aw, cut it out, will you?