Last night Bentley was frustrated with Kara, Mark and I because he wanted a bottle and we said no. It was early in the evening and we were making bottles for the twins and he clearly stated that he wanted a "bobby". I told him no, that he would have a bottle at bed time when he was at home with daddy. Mark and Kara didn't make any move to help him, either.
The poor tyke stood there in front of us with ramrod straight posture, shoulders thrown back, fists clenched--his entire little body quivering in frustration--as he emphatically (and very loudly!) restated his request. "BOBBY!" (Were we deaf?! He wanted a bottle--NOW!) He was so darn cute, we could hardly contain our mirth.
It turns out that it wasn't a bottle he wanted so much as a drink. No wonder the kidlet was so unhappy with us. What kind of parent/grandparent would deny a two year old a drink when he's thirsty?!
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