He came upstairs just as I was drying off and I followed him down. He then walked over to the table covered in a puddle of real maple syrup and showed me how he was LICKING IT UP LIKE A DOG.
He was very proud.
How...HOW on God's green EARTH am I supposed to discipline/teach/educate/love in that moment?
I admit to being totally confused most of the time.
I certainly hope that makes someone smile today.