Confession

I am a MEAN mom.

And here's why.

The Boy and I were hanging out the other day. He was in his bouncy chair while I ate some lunch and he started a-fussing so I got down on the floor to make weird faces at him while I finished my lunch.

He started making some hilarious faces back at me so I ran and got the camera. And the hilarious faces--so very expressive of his many strong opinions quickly deteriorated into this:

Look at how pitiful he is! Nobody loves him! People only laugh at his distress! WOE! Woe to him!

And when that doesn't work, he tries this:

Look at that LIP! The pout! The look of EXPECTATION in those eyes! I'm doomed when this kid hits 2.

I showed the pictures to the Husband when he got home from school and he said, "What do you mean he looks like me?"

Truth is I'm a sucker and it works every time!