Dane is a picker...it's true. It causes me to experience great stress, high blood-pressure and sore vocal cords. But it won't be relieved by handing him a mere tissue. For, unlike many 5-year-old boys, he's not a picker of the nose; he's a picker of his sister! The louder she screams, the more he "picks." The more riled up he can make her, the bigger his smile becomes. And it makes me nuts! Natasha never picked on Connor. Connor never picked on Dane. But Dane LOVES to pick on Fynnley. Too bad for me that face of his is so darn cute. It gets him out of "picker" time-out way too often! (But, please, Dane, can you just leave her alone for two seconds???)
No comments:
Post a Comment