Own Up!
Who taught my grumpy son to say NO?
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Sunday was lost to the efforts of enduring culinary and alcoholic excess following an evening of Greek dancing in the bosom of almost my entire family as we gathered to watched Uncle Kosta do his thing with a bauzouki. Much too much merry-ment meant a bedtime of some un-godly hour and the next day the…
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hahahahah! Another boy in need of suga:) Yes amazing how they just one day EVERYTHING is NO! Loooove the milk belly:)
I did. Not only did I teach him to go down the step and frighten you, we practised saying NO very loudly and I rewarded him with chocolate so he loves me and gives me big sloppy kisses. I won't tell you what other mischief we got up to. It's our secret.
It was me.