Stacey and I drove up to Morristown today to visit our buddy Cunningham and her incredibly well-behaved two-year son Quinn-- this was nothing like I remembered parenting a toddler . . . this kid listened (even when I told him not to kick this soccer ball, no matter what, and I was going to walk away . . . and you better not kick it when I walk over here . . . and he actually didn't kick it-- Cunningham was like "he listens to adults" and I was like "that's crazy") and didn't grab things in stores or run into the street or throw his food when he ate-- he's a lovely little observant dude . . . and I hope when he turns thirteen he gets into vandalism, petty theft, graffitti, parkour, and loitering, so Cunningham has to do some challenging parenting.
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