Someday I’ll stop saying stupid things. Things like how easy the kid is to take care of at times. Things like how his tantrums aren’t too bad to deal with, because at least the kid turns to jello instead of a rigid, squirmy python of frustration. How putting him in a car seat could be worse.
That day hasn’t come yet, and for now, it appears that I’ll keep figuring out creative ways to sabotage the next step this kid is gonna take. I’ll keep thinking we’ve got a good bead on how this parenting thing goes, that we’re starting to figure it out and that I’ve got aspects of his personality figured out. Someday that will all change.