Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Jack, the kid who is so cute he makes me want more kids. Or at least a puppy
In the picture above, the little jerkface stole my pastry, but he's so cute, I had to forgive him. Also, he cried when I tried to take it back, and then I looked like a fat asshole stealing a pastry from a baby. A grabby baby.
Don't get me wrong, Harry, my privileged and entitled firstborn, is pretty damn cute, too (here he is mid-cavort while putting on a play. When he puts on a play for us, he lines up all his guys on the TV stand while we languish in bed and acts out a dramatic and violent scene with his back to us those whole time. What I am saying is this: if you are considering what to get Harry for his 4th birthday, think about a PUPPET THEATER-- his plays would be more fun for all concerned).
Jack is a huge pain in the ass, to be sure. Yesterday while I was getting dressed for work, he washed his face in the toilet (I was washing my face, and I heard him saying happily "Me, wawa. Me wawa, Mommy" followed by a splashing noise. It took me a minute to realize where he could reach water to splash in. Blech.), colored my bed spread with a blue highlighter, and went in my closet where he pulled every feminine hygiene product out of every purse he could reach.
He will do ANYTHING Harry is doing, even (and especially) if it is something we have just asked Harry NOT TO DO
But he is so happy all the time, it's really hard to get annoyed with him.
He did a nice job of giving me some volume on top here. Forget a Bump It, I'll just put Jack on my shoulders after I do my hair. Maybe I should give him a can of hairspray.
In summation, Harry with a man in a duck suit.