Today I'm walking up the stairs behind The Governor. He's carrying a small board book in one hand, a toy car in the other. He stops near the top and, apparently tired of holding onto his treasures, he turns and throws the book down at my bare feet. It didn't hurt (much) but I still had to whip out the parent card and call him on a foul.
"Don't throw things!"
He looked at me, and to show me that he fully understood what I just said...he whips the toy car at my other foot.
If it wasn't so unflattering to me and The VP...I'd almost have to start wondering if Satan managed to pull off an immaculate conception here.
Imp!
Posted by: aelfheld at October 20, 2003 10:04 PMIs his name Damien, per chance?
Posted by: Jeff at October 21, 2003 08:46 AMReminds me of our younger nephew when he was little. Does the Gov get that "look" in his eyes before he attacks? Might run in the family.
Posted by: PAULA at October 21, 2003 01:31 PM