The Bubs is going to be a piece of work. I say this because I was a witness today. I witnessed a combination of humor and rebel, which I guarantee myself that I will see again. I think it's genetic. The Bubs has been told time and time again not to play with his food - especially his milk. He enjoys taking his sippy cup or his open-mouthed cup and playing games with the contents inside, which usually is milk.
While I was in the dining room today, I heard the Bubs periodically repeating the word "oops." (I think it's a word). So I walked into the next room and observed the little guy launching his sippy-cup-full-of milk into the air. His launching platform was a giant Lego block. He repeated the word, "oops," with every launch. I was stumped. I thought it was hilarious, but I didn't want him to know that. So, I decided to take a few pictures and I didn't say a word to him. Perhaps my inability to make a call on the play may have led him to become confused as to when it is ok to play with his milk vs when it is not ok to play with this milk. I was confused myself with my own rules of the "game."However, in the spirit of the recent Super Bowl, I decided to review the play on the sidelines. So I studied the pictures of the play. He was definitely playing with his milk. There's no doubt about it. There is not enough evidence to overturn the call on the field. However, I can't go back and tell the Bubs to stop playing with his milk. Too much time has passed. Plus, he's asleep upstairs now. So instead of penalizing him - I cheers him. I cheer him on for his creativity and his spirit of fun. I'll just be more quick to act next time there is an infraction on the field of play.
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