Yesterday, Oliver was doing that cranky, flopping-on-the-ground thing that toddlers do when they're way tired. I scooped him up and said, "You're one tired little puppy. Let's get you in bed."
He promptly turned it up a notch and protested, "Me not puppy! No, no, no! Not puppy!"
And to think, he's just weeks away from being two...
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| My tired little puppy with tired eyes. |
(This reminds me of the time when Ellis was this age and I told him to "hop into bed," to which he burst into tears and told me he wasn't a bunny. Such a fun, literal age.)
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