Eli and Jude have been practicing hand-holding so that we can get them to walk more rather than lug the huge stroller everywhere or have to carry increasingly heavy boys. Both are getting the hang of it but Eli has decided to use his skills to drag me everywhere he goes.
He walks up to me wherever I am - sitting, standing, cooking, doesn't matter - and grabs my index finger with his whole hand and pulls me until I follow him. Usually it's just around the room or over to a door he wants me to open, but it's one of the funniest things he does. This morning, he walked me over to Travis and my bedroom door and knocked on it calling "Dada!" then looked at me expectantly, like I would open the door. I told him, "I'm sorry, but Daddy's sleeping. Let's go read a book instead." and he pouted for a few minutes.
Later, I asked him to come give me a hug and he shook his head vigorously and yelled "No, No, No!" at me, then gave me the stink-eye like I give him when he does something wrong. I thought it was hilarious but was also taken aback at his new attitude. I hope this is not a sign of angsty teenage years to come...
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