All in a span of a week, I found myself wanting to pull my hair out because:
- Paulo drew all over the walls and doors in the house.
- Paulo broke my 15-year old bongo drum by hitting it so powerfully with a drumstick.
- Paulo scratched up our leather seat when he discovered that he can “draw” with his fingernails.
- Paulo broke a lamp because he thought running on the couch was so much fun until he dove into the end table.
Arrrgghhhhh! I tell people this story and they laugh. “Of course, he’s a boy!” My son is really testing my parenting skills, but I can’t be mad. How can I be mad and try to discipline him when I’ve got big ol’ puppy dog eyes looking up at me with such pride? All I can do is pick him up and give him a hug. Oh, boy! Wonder what’s in store for me next week.