Yes, this picture is a few months old, but trust me when I tell you that it's relevant to this story.
Okay, I know that in my last post, I said that there would be no more posts until after Christmas, so probably no one is reading this anyway, but I just have to record this for posterity because it made me absolutely cry with laughter.
We're over at the Lareaus' house for dinner tonight -- just a spur of the moment thing before we all departed for our respective holiday trips. The adults are eating and the kiddos are running around the table, having eaten very little besides bread (Walt) and green beans (Mer). Because we think it's cute and funny when he does it, we instruct Walt to go give Meredith (his beloved Mow-Mow) a hug. Usually he will do this with no problem and we all coo over how cute it is and how we'll be talking about these moments at their wedding rehearsal.
This time, however, Walty had other plans. As described in the last post, Walt has taken a bit of a turn for the worse in the behavior department as of late, and his previously unblemished record is now spotted with a few unprovoked hits and some gratuitous toy-throwing at school. Tonight, he decided to add pushing to his rap sheet.
Before we knew it, Meredith was on the floor crying and Walt was looking tres guilty. We went through the usual "bad behavior" mantra, made him apologize (unconvincingly) to Meredith and just generally gave him down the road for being so mean to such a sweet, stylish (she was sporting some rockin' blue jeans) little girl.
Walt, not used to being on the business end of the scorn of four adults he loves dearly, thinks fast. And this, dear readers, is the image that will probably be one of the ones that flashes before my eyes in my dying moments. He positions himself in front of Meredith, somehow shoves himself violently in the chest and falls into a heap in the floor. I know that it is not as hilarious when you didn't see it with your own eyes, but trust me when I say that it was easily the crowning comic achievement of Walt's young life.
"Are we even now, Mow-Mow? Wanna stop crying, huh?"
Heaven help me, I do love this kid.
Added to all of his other 23 month-old changes...a conscience! Too cute! That's my Walt!
ReplyDeleteThat's my boy. Eye for an eye (or is this just a dutch saying), right.
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I can only hope that Mow-Mow responds so graciously after the first time she pushes Walt. Such manners, that boy. Such an example for the younger ones!
ReplyDeleteOne more clown never hurt any family, or is it "like father like son". If Josh thought he was going to get in trouble, the only thing he could think of was to do or say something funny. Of course, according to his sister, it usually worked!
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