My sweet, quiet little Connor has just entered that magical stage, transforming from angelic to tornado over night. If you haven't gone through this with a child yet... it really does happen OVERNIGHT! I follow him from one room to another just one or two seconds too slow to stop the destruction. And as I clean up, Tornado Connor is busily wreaking havoc elsewhere.
I firmly believe that the Lord blessed these little ones with the cuteness factor for self preservation purposes. Because when my little weapon of mass destruction flashes his cheesy grin at me, all I can do is laugh and clean up again.
2 comments:
Ahh Boys ;)
"go, Conner, GO!" "It keeps us moms fit and on the ball."
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