Pirate has a book he LOVES to have read to him. I have to hide it because once he finds it, I read it over and over and over. It’s called the Very Busy Spider. He knows all the words and when I’ve read it enough, he sits and reads it to himself.
And every single time he gets to the end, he shuts the book and throws it across the room, squealing. Then he looks at me, laughs, and says, “Spider tickle me!”
Cracks me up every. single. time.
He is a very busy boy, though. He is my instigator. He acts all innocent and cute and then whacks a sibling (or a friend) and goes right back to being cute. I see him wander around looking at all the toys and then, just like a spider, he starts spinning his web of destruction. He yanks a toy here. Runs away to there. Hides the toy. Hits with the toy. Throws it out the dog door. He slams doors open, opens the fridge and walks away from it, and is general havoc.
But then he is the one who loves to snuggle. Who gives the best hugs ever. Who tells me I do a good job every time I buckle everyone into the car. He’s the one that is asking about the other 2 kids and is lonely without them. He squeals really high pitched and runs with his hands out next to his side. I call this his jazz hands run.
Such a cute Boo we have!