Toddler Jail

Toddler Jail

Babies are portable.

Stick them in a stroller, strap them to your chest, graft them to your stomach Kuato-style and you’re all set. Take them with you while you do some grocery shopping or grab some lunch or pound a few beers; you’ll barely even notice the kid is there! So much so that back when I used one of those strap-on things (not what it sounds like!), I often had to stop and make sure my son was breathing!

Contrary to almost everything you hear, babies are actually fairly convenient. You might even go so far as to call them “low maintenance.” And once you’ve had a glimpse of the future, you definitely will.

Especially when you’re stuck in toddler jail.

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Toddlers are Crazy

Toddlers are Crazy

My son is an anarchist. It’s not really his fault, since all toddlers are anarchists. But it’s just a stage he’s going through. I hope.

Maybe they’re not anarchists in the true sense of the word, since they aren’t so much about politics or even abolishing or ignoring rules; they don’t exactly grasp the concept of rules, so it might be a little unfair to label them that way. But it’s clear that they hate rules or boundaries of any kind, even if they can’t articulate why.

Regardless, living with an anarchist is hard work. And whether my son is technically an anarchist or just behaves like one, the end result is essentially the same: CHAOS.

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