Today, I was crawling around Nathan’s room, cleaning up his toys. One of his toys was in between his toy-box and crib, so I was reaching for it when all of sudden, Nathan toddles up behind me and SMACKS MY BUTT. Then he laughed and toddled away.

I was shocked. So much so that I sat there for a full minute thinking, Did he really just SMACK MY BUTT? Yes, he did. He sure as hell did. How on earth did this happen? It seems like such a short while ago I was bringing him home from the hospital. And now he’s smacking my butt.

And toddling away after he does it.

Kids are like sponges; they absorb everything they see and hear. He must have seen the some of the times Paul has playfully smacked my butt. Or maybe it was because there have been times Paul and I have had to slap his hand. Who knows? All I know is that it was really hard not to laugh.

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