Proud parents

Our adorable, manageable and transportable baby is now a half meter dictator that negotiates like a steroids-pumped CEO his daily dose of Pocoyó… and to be honest, we couldn't be more proud.

I’m afraid we became parents. Here are the symptoms. Where a normal person sees a stubborn little thing making a fuss, I see a determined kid, just like his stubborn dad. In a situation where anybody would say Daniel is spoiled and does as he pleases Martin notes how independent his son is. If he tries to lie to us to get candy we say “how smart!”. When smaller girls beat him in the park we see clearly a future engineer. “Big kids do not have the motivation to become clever”, his father said.

We recently started potty training. We have a quite simple system. Every time he goes to the potty, he gets a sticker. An “auto” sticker, obviously. It worked like a charm. Maybe a bit too much. In fact it is as if instead of stickers we would give him drugs. He takes us to the potty screaming “pipi, petina (sticker)!”, he lies, he rolls in the floor and shouts because he would like two stickers instead of one, and at some point we were distracted, he stole the whole package and used them all only to spend the rest of the afternoon in a trance, looking at his work of art “un auto, dos autos, tes autos, dis autos”. I understand laughing may not be the reaction a child psychology book would recommend, but I couldn't help it. He is sooooo cuuuute.

Like any other kid, Daniel wants stuff when mum is working. "¡Apfel, Apfel, Apfel!"

Only, if you do not comply, this kid climbs to your lap and looking directly in your eyes pronounces very slowly “Man-za-na”. Mummy finds it adorable, but knows very well that treating not bilingual people like retards could only bring him trouble in the future.

Faced with anything the kid might do, a parent will ask himself how much he had to do with it. And kids do really weird stuff. They lick the toilet, and spit in the food. They stare for hours at videos of people opening Kinder eggs, and while doing all these they make sure to look just like you so you know there was no mistake in the hospital. Lately, our kid takes a suitcase, goes to the front door and says “Tchüss!!” And where we see an independent and imaginative kid, most people will surely think that with these parents he has, it was just a matter of time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdydvC6OHFo