My toddler is in what we call the "Maximum Cuteness" stage.
Maximum Cuteness officially starts at 16 months and lasts until they are 3 and become assholes.
Children in the Maximum Cuteness stage have a superpower. Their superpower is the ability to diffuse hostile situations. Like a mother's anger, for example.
Kinda like this…
It is lunchtime. The boys are set up with food. I run to the kitchen to see if we have soy sauce in the fridge.
So I abort the soy sauce mission, turn around and find:
I'm about to explode with frustration. How can he have made such a huge mess in three seconds? Did a single grain of rice even make it to his mouth? He is making a mess on purpose!
My face looks like this:
I interrogate him:
He deploys his superpower.
Okay, this is a little cute. He thinks he is having a celebration.
My brow softens. Waves of heated anger no longer radiate from my scalp.
He reassess the situation. Turns it up a notch.
Creative grammar always gets me. He must know this.
He sees it and knows he is on the right path. He reaches for his big guns.
And I'm reduced to a loving mother zombie: