It's tough being the little guy. You are the last one to arrive and get the snack because you have the shortest legs. You're the one that can't get the cookies on the counter. You're the one that never gets to play with the toy you want because the bigger guys either steal it from you or con you into take something lame so they can take it from you and then they can tell your parents that they "traded" you for it.
Being little stinks, which makes those moments of revenge oh so sweet and extremely funny to watch as a parent.
The other day Noah had messed up his clothes and needed to change. Since he is almost 4 I told him that I didn't make the mess and therefore he would have to change his clothes himself if he wanted to get out of the wet clothes. 5 minutes or so pass and then I hear Nate giggling devilishly and Noah screaming. In the midst of all of this I hear a slapping sound before each of Noah's over dramatic screeches.
I rush in there to find Noah hopping around frantically while Nate runs after him. Noah had apparently put both legs in the same leg opening in his jeans and therefore was rendered immobile save for hopping around. Noah had also neglected to put a shirt on before he found himself in such a vulnerable state. Nate maximizing on the situation, pounced on Noah slapping his bare chest and back with squeals of joy. Noah's response, instead of just decking Nate and being done with it, was opting to hop around like mad man, which only heightened Nate's sense of enjoyment as he would run down Noah and smack him. After several moments of this, Nate successfully pinned Noah on the ground and was slapping Noah silly.
By the time I pulled myself together and actually pulled Nate off of Noah, Noah was covered in little red hand prints and Nate was in a much better mood.
Here's to you Nate, you are a tough little scrapper!!
