My children love irony.
Sure, they don’t know what it means, but they love to exploit it already.
In a tale as old as.. well, since my daughter learned to crawl, irony reared its… uh… ironic head during its favorite moment: Time Out.
Yes, Time Out, the classic politically correct punishment for toddlers. It used to sort of work as a punishment.
Then my daughter learned to crawl.
Now Time Out twists with the aforementioned irony, and instead turns into Sweet Sibling Moments.
And I cannot resist.
Fast forward through nine months of continued shenanigans like this, and it brings us to today’s:
Belly Button Hide & Seek
And so on and so on…
Is it any wonder Time out doesn’t work, with me more likely to grab my camera to capture the moments, rather than focus on the punishment – something nigh impossible with Lil Diva orbiting her brother every time?
When this occurs, I try to redirect his behavior to positive encounters with her.
Some of my favorite moments.
So sue me.