Sunday brought much improvement and Grant was ready to get out for playtime. But it was cold and raining so that wasn't happening.
Grant: I need ride bike.
Me: It's cold and raining. And you're sick. You're not going out to ride your bike.
Grant: I need ride tactoo. [That's Grant-speak for tractor]
Me: It's cold and raining and you're sick. You're not going outside to ride anything.
At that point he seemed to realize he was losing the battle and let it go.
For a minute.
He walks over to me and announces: "I need ride...Brodie"
At this point my parenting skills waver slightly because I laughed at him. I know I'm supposed to give him a firm "No" and perhaps a toddler-appropriate lecture on why he can't ride the dog. But he's not a dumb kid and I am 99.9% sure it was a last ditch effort get me to give in to the tricycle or the tractor. Which, of course, didn't work. He knew he struck out and went in search of his truck toys. Silly guy :)
|Making nice with Brodie at some point over the weeknd.|
Brodie is a little skittish about Grant's affections so Grant put
his hand on Brodie's face and told him "It's ok. It's ok." SO CUTE!