Don't let the adorable face and innocent pie eyes fool you. You're looking at 16 lbs. of pure cunning.
With Mommy's return to work a mere three weeks away, today was Day 1 of Pater Training. Yes, Pater Training. The course description reads: "A baby boot camp for Daddy, wherein he is thrown in to the lion for half a day with nothing but a fistful of clean diapers, a fresh bottle of milk, and what's left of his wits after almost four months of sleep deprivation." So, from 7:30am until noon, it was Daddy vs. Dash. The score after Day 1?
Son: 1. Father: 0.
In shorter encounters, Daddy has had mixed success with the bottle. Some days, even with inferior equipment, Daddy is almost Mommy's equal in the delivery of vitamin D*. On other days, the only D is his grade for feeding his son. Today was something new altogether. Dash long ago figured out that he could wait out Daddy until Mommy came home with nature's bottles. Well, this morning after a string of unsuccessful attempts to feed the bugger, and the bugger realizing Mommy was nowhere in sight (she was hiding downstairs the whole time), the bugger went to Plan B. He hibernated. This was no nap. He actually went into suspended animation for over two hours, until Mommy woke him up at noon. Dash, wishing to rub it in Daddy's face, promptly fed.
If you come across this boy, careful, he's crafty.
*[UPDATE: Mommy has informed Daddy that Vitamin D is added to milk to improve its nutritional value, thus rendering this joke not only lame, but broken.]
Photos ©2011 Garrito
2 comments:
We see a look of pure malevolence. We laughed so hard once again couldn't get to sleep. This child will be a force to be reckoned with!
love, grandma laurie
"Will be?" More like "already is."
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