So we have a blammer. I'm not even sure if that is a real word, but I am using it anyways. Slayder has got to be the biggest blammer I know! It's quite funny now, but I am truely hoping he grows out of it. Here's a few examples:
Momma: Slayder, did you pee your pants?
Slayder: No, Bubba did.
Momma: What? Bubba pee'd in your pants?
Slayder: Yeah, Bubba did it!
That was on vacation in Myrtle Beach this year. It happened more than once and he told the same story both times! Another one:
Gramma: What is on the floor? Slayder did you pee on grandma's kitchen floor?
Slayder: No, I didn't do it, you did!
Gramma: No, you did!
Slayder: No Gramma, you did!!!
This was yesterday when he was at my mom's while we were at volleyball. He was really trying to convince her that she was the one that pee'd on her own floor.
He is all about passing the blame. If he hits you or does something he wasn't suppose to, it wasn't him. It is always someone else.
I hope this doesn't follow him throughout his teen years... I'm pretty sure I was a 'blammer' and boy, I do not want one of me!!! I guess they say your kids get to put you through all the same crap you put yours through...
I can feel the grey hair growing as I type this... and he is only 2!!
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