Getting beat up by a 1.5 year old is not cool. But very common at our house.
Bents can be a monster. I like to call him “happy mean”.
You know. Happy. But mean.
Although it may look like he is trying to resuscitate his brother in this picture, I can promise you he is not trying to give P CPR.
Probably more like trying to karate chop him. He WILL tackle you if you aren’t careful.
Unfortunately he hasn’t learned the word NO yet. Actually, he knows what it means. He just chooses not to obey it.
I hear this is called “middle child syndrome”.
When he’s bad, he does a lot of hiding from me. Including, but not limited to, hiding in the kitchen cabinets.
Which is not near as bad as him hiding in my closet. Most of the time when he goes “missing to the closet”…the clothes end up missing from the hangers.
He’s a real sneaky dude.
One thing I have grown to love about him….he tries to be just like his older brother. Too bad the only sunglasses we could find around the house for him were pink ones (sorry Brooke).
If he’s not in jail by 18 I’ll be lucky.