First he’ll smile at you. A charming, mesmerizing, not to be trusted sort of grin. Then he’ll come in for the snuggle…a hard, “best snuggle ever” sort of snuggle. And next, out of nowhere, he will bite you. Or pinch you. Or grab something on your body he is not suppose to grab (ie glasses, hats, moles…).
My mom says “he’s a sour patch kid.” He totally is…and I wouldn’t want him any other way. (Most of the time.)
When Jettie turned 2 I honestly do not remember the “terrible” part. (My man claims I have a memory like a steel trap, therefor I am fairly certain I would recollect such an experience.) Bing though…pretty sure I won’t forget this kind of orneriness.
On one hand, he’s exhausting and the rottenness is incredibly trying on my patience. On the other, it’s the most fun I have ever had in my entire life. And that my friends, is spectacular.
Cheers to TWO Bing-A-Ling!