I am the parent of a mischievous charmer. In the moments when my little rascal of a son decides to smear yogurt all over his face and grin at me, I know I probably shouldn’t be laughing. But I am. And when my son runs around the house with no pants on giggling hysterically, I still probably should be parenting and not laughing. But he keeps charming me and I forget myself. My husband just looks at me, shakes his head and says, “He’s got you, mommy.” I roll my eyes and smile. He’s right.
Do you ever find yourself so charmed by your child that you find yourself belly-laughing and in turn encouraging the behavior? I know I should stop. And sometimes I can get it under control. But then he’ll look at me with jelly in his hair and what can I do?
Case in point: one night last month my 2-year-old son decides it would be fun to pull the baby powder out of the diaper bag. My 5-year-old daughter comes into the room, covered in white from head to toe, and giggles, “Look mommy! Clouds!” Delightedly, she claps her hands together and forms a powder cloud.
“Oh, no…” I said, getting out of my chair. And sure enough, when I walked around the corner, there was my son, powdery white, spreading the stuff all over the coffee table. So what do I do?
Well, get the camera of course.