Rules were meant to be broken

While Con is only 17 months old, I think I'm teaching him to break the rules a little early. You know what? I'm okay with that. As long as he's not hurting himself or someone else, why not break the rules? My friend Stacy can tell you a story about the time we took the kids to the zoo. She ducked into the bathroom. She has a son about Connor's age, and another who is 6. Her 6 year old brought a friend. They both wanted to push her youngest in the stroller, so I offered up Connor so they could both push a stroller. By the time Stacy came out of the bathroom, both 6 year olds were running around the zoo lobby with strollers. The little ones liked the speed, the big boys were happy. I still think Stacy wonders what the hell is wrong with me.

I probably let Connor do things other parents wouldn't let their kids do. (You've seen the bil-jac post). We have a wagon with a canopy on it. Connor was being a monster on our walk one day, so I put him on top of the canopy and pushed him home. I sometimes let him eat cookies before lunch, I let him play in the trash - along as it's not too gross. I don't stifle him when he wants to splash water, write with an ink pen or play in my make-up bag. Frankly the only thing he gets told no to is headbutting and biting. Anything else is up for grabs. Being a fairly big follower of "the rules," I think life would be more fun if every once in a while, they are broken.