William learned cuteness as a survival technique. Otherwise I would have killed him by now. Here are some recent examples:
On Wednesday morning we went shopping while Esther was at Joy School. He was crying because I put him in a cart and he wanted to walk. His tantrum was so cute that an elderly lady gave him a stuffed animal from her trunk on our way in (which actually helped him calm down and we had a pleasant shopping experience).
Later that day he was supposed to be taking a nap. Instead of hearing snores I saw his new stuffie's feet sticking out the door. Will's feet were soon to follow. He's so cute when he's naughty that it's hard to be strict.
On Wednesday morning we went shopping while Esther was at Joy School. He was crying because I put him in a cart and he wanted to walk. His tantrum was so cute that an elderly lady gave him a stuffed animal from her trunk on our way in (which actually helped him calm down and we had a pleasant shopping experience).
Later that day he was supposed to be taking a nap. Instead of hearing snores I saw his new stuffie's feet sticking out the door. Will's feet were soon to follow. He's so cute when he's naughty that it's hard to be strict.
3 comments:
I don't think I could have resisted laughing, either. Cute, cute, cute!!!
Isn't it tough when they make it hard for you to be tough? What a fun kid, I bet he keeps you on your toes. :0)
William is so cute. I really love his smile.
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