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You know, there are few things I’ve experienced in life more enjoyable and simultaneously befuddling than witnessing the disparately different personalities of my four children. How can four children raised in the same environs end up responding to the same things so differently? Genetic combinations are wild, fam.
My youngest, not quite 3-and-a-half yet, is the most curious. He’s had the benefit of witnessing a ton of things because of his three older siblings. He likes to play big-kid stuff and quite often thinks that he is a big kid. He believes he is capable of doing all the same things his older brothers can do, but he’s fighting potty training with a smile on his face.
The area I most enjoy watching him cook is when he’s pissed because he can’t get his way. This youngster is 100% a ball of vengeance and fury when you have prevented him from reaching his full glory. Reaching full glory for him is basically giving him what he wants, when he wants, how he wants, for as long as he wants. Of course, he’s the baby, so he’s spoiled. But whew, chile.
Allow me to paint an adorable picture that will serve as an example of what we deal with on a daily basis. Monday through Thursday, my two older boys have soccer practice. That means for four straight days, some combo of my wife and I are standing outside in the currently cold Washington, D.C., weather for an hour-and-a-half. Because it’s cold, we try to find a place for the other kids to go. Usually, one of us can just stay home, but this past week, both of us have had events that required us to find childcare.
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