Slave to the Toddler

Sophia had finished eating so she was playing in the living room while Kurt and I ate dinner. Sophia signaled that she wanted onto the recliner. Dutiful daddy Kurt got up and helped her up. He came back to the table to eat. The lounging toddler, who constantly reminds us of Al Bundy from Married with Children except that she doesn’t keep her hand tucked into her pants, made the sign for milk. Dutiful slave daddy got up and brought a sippy cup of milk to the toddler lounge.

Kurt: I can’t believe I’m serving an infant
Me: Tell daddy you’re not an infant you’re a toddler
Kurt: If she’s a toddler she should toddle her own ass to the fridge!

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  1. My kids are 9 & 12 and they STILL ask me for stuff…”can I have some orange juice/milk/water/whatever?” And I STILL start to go get whatever it is, so I have to stop myself. Then I’m all, “dude, you have 2 legs–get it yourself!” Not sure that’ll work in your case though. :)

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