Today my favorite thing is fake baby crying.
Little Spaghetti has figured out how to throw fits. Mostly when I tell him not to do something he really, really wants to do. He sits down, sticks out his bottom lip, huffs and shrugs his shoulders up and down, then finishes off with an overly dramatic, “waaaah waaah.” Then nothing. Looks at me to see if it was effective, and upon seeing that it wasn’t, repeats the huffing and the shoulders and lets out another “waaaah waaaah.”
I can’t help but laugh. It gets me every time. I’m going to need to learn to control that before I need to be a serious disciplinarian or he’ll never take me seriously!