It started innocently enough (doesn't it always?). T1 taught Bradley to give hugs when asked. Which is pretty neat, I always asked for kisses, but never hugs, I guess because I was already hugging them. We are all big huggers in our house, and T1 taught Little Man to do the same. But the day T1 figured out he taught Little Man something, well that must have been when the light switch went on.
I came home the other day to a nice loving home, I walked into the kitchen to set down my purse and had a 2 year old point his finger at me and say "Don't you dare!"
What? I am now being bossed by a 2 year old, as if coworkers and a hubby and 7 year olds are not enough. I was a little shocked, until T1 explained it to me. "Mommy, I taught him that!"
I'm not so sure about this.
When the student is ready, the master appears. ~Buddhist Proverb