Tonight Todd and I decided to play baseball, football and soccer in the backyard. All this play really entails is Todd and I throwing the balls around. Todd was chasing the balls and fell on the ground. I admonished him to get up immediately because the grass was wet and it was a cold night. Todd preferred to stay on the ground. I tried the old counting to three trick, and for the most part it worked. I threatened to take him back inside on the count of three if he did not get up off the ground. He complied, but continued to fall to the ground.
One time he decided to find out how much he could get away with. He fell to the ground and was lying all the way down. I began counting three, and he sat up on his butt. I began again to count to three and he attempted to comply by getting on his knees. By this time I was on to his little game, but thought it was cute and I decided to see how far he would take the game. I was very impressed. He went from his knees to squatting to legs straight, but bent over, to finally standing up straight with Daddy counting almost to three at each step. How could I get mad at that? It was very cute and we laughed the entire time.
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