THE REDIRECT
Today, Tobin was trying to empty his water bottle out into a toy-tin he'd been playing with. I kept telling him 'no', and to drink the water, don't dump it...
He had just finished taking a requisite sip that I'd instructed, when he pointed toward the other side of the room. I turned my head away from him to look - keeping my eyes cut toward him - and as soon as I looked away, he started to pour his water into the toy-tin.
The little smarty-pants tried tricking me into looking away at something so he could get away with his little dirty-deed. I knew better, but still, impressive that at 19 months he's already scheming and figuring out ways to distract us. We could be in trouble with this kid.
He had just finished taking a requisite sip that I'd instructed, when he pointed toward the other side of the room. I turned my head away from him to look - keeping my eyes cut toward him - and as soon as I looked away, he started to pour his water into the toy-tin.
The little smarty-pants tried tricking me into looking away at something so he could get away with his little dirty-deed. I knew better, but still, impressive that at 19 months he's already scheming and figuring out ways to distract us. We could be in trouble with this kid.
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