Day 962 of El Matador’s life. Yelled at my son today. He kept saying no every time I started to sing a Christmas carol. So I looked that boy in his beautiful innocent face and screamed, “I was born to sing, and you’re not going to stop me!”
It is a father’s burden and privilege to teach his son the hard lessons of life.
El Matador has begun taking micro-naps whenever the mood hits him. They only last 5 – 10 seconds before he’s up and at it again, but it’s still interesting to see him learning he can control his own downtime. I love this kid. Everything he does amazes me.
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