My sweet, naughty boy

It is so hard to break from the "No!" energy that surrounds Bub these days. He's deeply entrenched in his opposition phase and I'm left to play bad cop at every turn. Even when I think we're having a nice moment, I find out I'm still steeled for defiance.

Tonight, before bed, I was telling a story. I'm one for "cautionary tales" so it was natural for me to weave a story about the kitten who snuck out of the house and went to buy fish ice cream and ended up getting scared by a noise and losing her money.

Bub, sweetheart that he is, replied, "I'm going to tell a story now but with no scolding."

Bub, I'm sorry! I'm doing my best, buddy. I'm sorry that you feel scolded all of the time. Now, if you'd just give me some practice at NOT scolding you everyday, my subconscious might concoct lighter fare.

Goodnight, Little Imp.

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