...they do something cute.
Two days ago, in an effort to get the Goober to lay quietly and be still during nap time (sleeping is not required, though 90% of the time if she manages quiet and still, she falls asleep), I started playing hardball.
I took away stuffed animals.
She sleeps with four of them, but only one (Scabbers the stuffed rat) has been with her since childhood. The stuffie I took away, Dolly the dolphin, had only been with her since last month in Florida. I told her I'd keep taking away stuffies until she was quiet and laid down for a while. After the loss of Dolly, boy howdy, she quieted right down. I don't know what I'd have done if I'd gotten down to Scabbers as her last stuffie... probably wussed out and given her chocolate.
Why does 90% of parenting seem to suck oozing rat ass and leave you feeling guilty as all hell, for one reason or other?
Anyway. Tonight, after another really long, difficult day (though she napped without losing any stuffies), we were getting her ready for bed. She rubbed the husbeast's beard stubble and said "oooh, Daddy, I like your pointy face."
Pointy face for beard stubble. Heeheeheehee. Pointy face.