Speaking of Tricky Things Associated With Toddlerhood, here's TTAWT #2:
K. has mastered a trick to assist him when he's feeling obstinate. He knows that the way his mom picks him up is by hooking her hands under his armpits (you moms out there know how this is done, even if I am describing it awkwardly). Well, somewhere along the way he figured out that if he lets his arms go COMPLETELY LIMP, he can cause a lot of trouble and frustration for Dear Old Mom.
(For those of you who are visual learners: raise your arms above your head and, instead of holding them firmly away from your body at 90 degree angles, give yourself Spaghetti Arms.)
It both annoys and amuses me that he has caught on about how to do this. And now that he can, he lays it on me at, of course, the MOST inopportune times. Like when I'm trying to get him into the car when we are, of course, already running 5 minutes late. Or when he insists on pulling all of the items off the bottom shelf at CVS and I've realized we need to skee-daddle.
I wish I could do that, applying it to my own life. Horrendously messy kitchen, with dishes piled to the ceiling? Not gonna deal with it! Give it the ol' Spaghetti Arm trick! Stuck in traffic, with no escape route to be seen? Buh-bye! Time for Spaghetti Arms! Time to balance the checkbook? Nope, sorry, I've got these Spaghetti Arms.
Oh, if it were only that easy...