Oh, how much fun is it when your kid starts to really push boundaries?
You know, when you’ve repeatedly told them not to do something, and you get the shit-eating smile and the super-slow-motion action combined with a deadlocked gaze. You know, to see if you REALLY mean no. And then of course, the obligatory freak out tantrum when you take the object away, confirming that he has indeed pushed the limits too far. I know he’s doing this to learn, to test boundaries, and I’m happy to oblige, enforcing the reaction he wasn’t suer he was going to get.
But man, oh man is it infuriating.