Nickname
Forest is going to start to think that his name is little shit. I know that I need to call him something a bit more enduring like Pioneer Woman’s “little punks”. But ever since turning a year old he really has become a little something. A little crafty, a little tease, a little messy, a little clingy. He no longer uses a spoon to eat, instead preferring to use his hands. I figure since that’s the norm in a good part of the world I shouldn’t make a big deal out of it. He’s always been a tease, offering to give a bite of his food and then pulling it back at the last minute. Dusty’s already wrote about his craftiness. I’m sure I’ve mentioned his cling. Oh but I should mention how he tests me each and every single step. He does the things he’s not supposed to, over and over. In front of me to see my reaction. He laughs at me when I get angry (actually a good thing but I’m not sure it’s good to tell him that). So that about covers it. Our adorable little shit.
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