When I was pregnant with Scorch, we’d always sit behind the same family at Mass on Sunday. Mom, little boy and baby sister. Baby sister was a stinker. Loud, active and never able to sit still.
One Sunday, baby sister was around 2 and she was acting up- she kept wanting to go into the aisle. Finally the mom had enough and she got right down to the little girls level and hissed at her “Don’t you dare put one toe outside of this pew, young lady!” She meant business- heck, she scared me.
Baby sister kept her eyes right on her mom and very carefully, very deliberately took her right foot and stomped it in the aisle.
The Hubs and I never laughed so hard in church- all the while praying that the baby we were having wasn’t a thing like that little girl.
And Scorch isn’t. He listens. He stays where you tell him to. He doesn’t poke around into things he shouldn’t. And he typically asks for permission before doing anything. When he does step out of line, a stern talking to does the trick with him. He may not like it, he may cry his little eyes out, but he’ll behave himself.
The Bean? Not so much.
I never had to tell Scorch not to eat the snow off the bottom of his boots when we’re driving someplace.
Scorch never shimmed under the baby gate to get into the cat’s room, opened a bag of dirty cat litter and ran his hands all through it. (still gagging over that one)
Scorch never ran faster away from us when we yelled STOP in Target.
It’s a damn good thing that Scorch was born first otherwise there may not have been a second kid.