I knew there'd be days like these. Days when I could be lounging poolside, when I should be doing any number of chores, but I find myself instead in a battle of wills with an overtired, teething 9 month old who desperately needs a nap. I will spend an entire beautiful, perfect summer afternoon in this fashion, and I will tip toe away claiming success more than once only to later taste defeat. And the taste of defeat can come in the form of a 5 o'clock pot of decaf and a sour attitude I share with my family over dinner.
He gets his gloating look from his father.