My twodler is Whinemaster, aka Whiney, aka Logan. Now, several things you should know about Whiney:
- He is a literal gas-bag. The kid toots all. the. flippin. time.
- He is also a poop machine. Nuff said.
- He can whine and look angelic at the same time.
- He is a middle child - I think we all know what that means.
Step 1: Perfect the art of the snappy comeback.
Step 2: Master the art of clothing and shoeing onself.
Step 3: Forget you've completed Step 2.
Step 4: Get your flirt on
Step 5: IcouldtellyoubutthenIdhavetokillyou
Mom: Yes, I do see that, and he is lovely. You are getting chalk dust everywhere... LOOK AT YOUR HANDS DONT TOUCH MY COUCH YOU ARE COVEREDINPINK!
Whiney: (again with the head bobble, add hand on hip and shaking index finger) Well it's a dang good things I'm washable now aren't it? (Stomps off to show art to more appreciative person).
This is simply one of many examples of the indisputable logic of the twodler.
Step 2, the art of getting dressed.
Now, back in the day when Whiney was, oh, pushing the ripe old age of 3, he would get up when the sun peeped over the mountains, get completely dressed in the dark, toddle down to get some breakfast, then come back upstairs when he heard daddys' alarm go off. It was lovely. Until.....
Step 3, completely forget Step 2.
Whiney: Moooooooom! I need HOLP! I canna get dis dang cwoves awf!
Mom: So, you are telling me you can't get naked? Why not?
Whiney: Oh, I can get nekkid on da bottom, (proceeds to do so, in the middle of the living room), but da TOPH. Da TOPH momma - I tink mah noggin tew big. Or da shithowle tew smoll.
Mom: THE WHAT?!!!
Whiney: Da shithowle (pulls at the neck of his shirt to demonstrate)
Mom: OH! The neck. Honey, your head is just right, but you can't just yank on the neck to get the shirt off. (Proceed to "help" with the getting nekkid portion of the morning entertainment.)
Whiney: Arencha gonna holp me?
Mom: Help you to what? You know how to get dressed. You've been doing it for 2 years now.
Whiney: (demonstrates complete ineptitude by shoving two feet into one undie leg-hole and falling flat on his face, while tooting.) SEE! I canna get dese dang (stomping & toe-flicking of the undies ensues) chonies! I NEED HOLP WITE NOW!
Mom: (sigh, maybe an eye roll, I plead the 5th) Fine. I'll get your feet into the chones, then you can pull them up.
I could go on, but this is getting painful. Needless to say, I ended up dressing him, and have needed to assist with the getting dressed portion of the morning every morning since Thing was 6 months old. FUN. Because Whiney just doesn't give a damn if I toss him in the car in his jammies and drop him off at the sitter. At least until he realizes he's still wearing last nights' pull-up and he forgot clean chonies.
Step 4, perfecting the flirt
Now, most kids I know are either in-your-face hi howareya when they meet new people, or they cling to the leg of the closest familiar adult and refuse to look past the end of their nose. Until they have mastered Step 4 anyway.
Step 4, for twodler boys, is usually accomplished in the presence of a cute older girl, often a tween or young teen. She is always pretty, and always friendly.
Twodler boys will start by using the bashful eye-batting move and peek-a-boo glance to get the attention of said cutie. Once they have obtained their partner, they will master the art of flirting at mach speed. At least until their voices start to change, or they start growing man-hair, whichever comes first. Or so I'm told.
And, as a treat for all of you, I've finally figured out how to give you a link to Mommyland!