Discipline is hard sometimes. Especially when Biscuit is behaving in a way that makes me want to laugh my head off instead of scold him.
My baby LOVES outside. So one evening this week, I had to fight him to get him in the house so I could make dinner.
I let him climb the deck steps by himself, but as soon as I opened the back door, he took one step away from me. “Come on. We have to go inside,” I said to him.
He took one more step away from me. So I responded by walking over and scooping him up before he could move again. This, he did not like.
I set him down in the kitchen, and he assumed this whiney, pouty position that was cracking me up.
He bent his knees a little, dropped his arms by his sides, threw his head back and just wailed. He sounded like Chewbacca in “Star Wars.”
“Waaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh,” he whined and stomped around the kitchen.
I couldn’t say a thing. I actually had to put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. I knew if he saw me laugh, that would be my downfall.
Oh how I wish I had video of that moment to show him in about 10 years!
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