When your nearly 2 year old imitates your angry growl, it's a sign that he's a troublemaker. When your nearly 2 year old has figured out what buttons to push to annoy his elder brother like knocking down his lego house, standing right infront of him while he's watching his favorite cartoon and painting over his artwork, it's a sign that he's a troublemaker.
When your nearly 2 year old wants to hold the hand of every girl he meets, it's a sign that he's a troublemaker.
When your nearly 2 year old says 'daddy' when his mother wants him to 'Aiti' and follows it with a cheeky grin, it's a sign that he's a troublemaker.
When your nearly 2 year old, has figured out that salt and pepper are insufficient seasoning for his meals, it's a sign that he's a troublemaker.
When your nearly 2 year old, thinks the naughty corner is something worth laughing about, it's a sign that he's a troublemaker.
When your nearly 2 year old, knows that his gloves are just not trendy enough, it's a sign that he's a troublemaker.
Miro is trouble. But he does have incredible concentration powers and patience. For instance, he loves to lineup these little penguins at least 3 times a day and it's a sight to behold. He definitely didn't get that from me. The only time I'm patient is while having dump. He has the makings of a great class monitor and cricket captain. His field placements will be immaculate. Tons better than Dhoni I tell you.
Now, back to these tiny penguins. They have a lot in common with my sons. For instance, I love all of them equally, just like I love both my boys equally. I'm obsessed by them, just like my boys. If they're not with me, I constantly think about their whereabouts, just like my boys. I go to great lengths to ensure I don't misplace them, just like my boys. I bath them together with my boys. The fact that I've lost 3 penguins is a little worrying mind you.
Miro is also my personal trainer. During the day, I do pushups with him on my back. I manage about 50.....Ok, that's a half truth. I manage 25 but they are proper pushups I tell you! But as soon as I collapse, he screams - 'MORE MORE MORE MORE', like a lunatic. I dread to think what he would say if he had a larger, more vulgar vocabulary. I push myself to do another 10....ok, another half truth. I do another 5ish. He screams. I do a few more. By this time, I'm ready to shit myself. Then, Tino jumps on. Game over! Can you imagine how funny it'll be if I take him to the gym one day. The little laloo, tottering about, telling all the meatheads - 'MORE MORE MORE MORE!!!'
Tell me honestly...how many of you guys occasionally pickup one of your wife's magazines to gawk at the pretty ladies? I'll admit it, I do it sometimes. So Tino clocked me instantly and said - 'daddy, that's a girl's book. What are you doing?' Busted!!
