Tannerbert can run hot or cold. One moment he’s my buddy, the next, he doesn’t want anything to do with me.
To get him to take a picture with me or to get a kiss, I have to make him believe that he cannot take a picture with me or he can’t kiss me.
He thinks he pulled one over on me, but we all know the truth. And I’ll take the hugs and kisses anyway I can get them.
Lately he’s been warming up to me, often initiating hugs and other tokens of expression. Then again, he’s just as quick to say, “We don’t want you. We want Grandma.”
Every so often, I take the boys to McDonald’s. One evening, we were on a quest for Super Mario Brothers Happy Meal toys.
When we got there, Tannerbert asked me to sit by him. When I got our food, I sat down next to him and he started throwing a fit.
