DJ was walking around downtown with her arms filled with groceries and a little three year old who wanted to help doing his best to carry a loaf of bread AND a box of cereal at the same time.
Tevyntr was at the age where he wanted to show her that he could be a big boy. He didn't want to be consoled when he cried, he wanted to dress himself, and he wanted to do all the things around the house that DJ usually did--like make himself breakfast and run a bath and refill his own sippy cup with orange juice.
And today he was trying to carry groceries with the insistance that "no, really momma I can do it--" despite the fact that he couldn't even see over the bread, and frequently had to put his cargo on the ground to rest his little arms.
She'd normally be frustrated with how long it was taking them to get home, but because it was her little boy she was as patient as patient could be.
"Do you want my help?"
"No!" Tevyntr picked up his cargo and ran a little faster in the direction of their apartment.
Tevyntr was at the age where he wanted to show her that he could be a big boy. He didn't want to be consoled when he cried, he wanted to dress himself, and he wanted to do all the things around the house that DJ usually did--like make himself breakfast and run a bath and refill his own sippy cup with orange juice.
And today he was trying to carry groceries with the insistance that "no, really momma I can do it--" despite the fact that he couldn't even see over the bread, and frequently had to put his cargo on the ground to rest his little arms.
She'd normally be frustrated with how long it was taking them to get home, but because it was her little boy she was as patient as patient could be.
"Do you want my help?"
"No!" Tevyntr picked up his cargo and ran a little faster in the direction of their apartment.