Three weeks into Christmas vacation and a certain three year old is yelling anarchy and throwing all routine out the window. Naps? Pshh. Baths? What's a bath? Fine, I WILL sit on you and make you brush your teeth. Potty training? Just look in his pants if you dare to know that answer.
After partying all night with his cousins at grandma's house, this toddler fought a hard battle against sleep in any form today. But desperate times call for desperate measures. He is still too small to defend himself against a desperate parent who has the ability to carry him and lull him to sleep with a moving vehicle: the back pocket, clutch move parents around the country employ.
"But Mommy, I don't wanna take a dri....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz".
Me neither, Cruz. Me neither.
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