he sure is turning into a competent little shit. 9 months old is almost like a kid isntead of a baby! he can put puzzle pieces in a puzzle, run a train around on its track, and turn up the volume of the tv, then wander off until you turn the volume back down, at which point he drops what he’s doing, cracks up, flies back over to the tv, and turns it back up. it’s almost like interacting with another actual human. the sociopathic kind!
so i was reaching to brush something off his cheek, and the little turd struck like a rattlesnake. the kind with six teeth. so i yelled, “ow, SHIT!” which made him crack up. he sauntered off – no mean feat, for one on all fours, that sauntering crap – still chuckling and yelling, “dit! dit!”
he cracks up at odd things sometimes, which is really cute. for example, he cracks up at this little tykes flashlight thing… it’s a dog, you squeeze the handle, it opens its mouth, barks, and the light shines out its mouth. trogdor screeches and laughs so hard he can’t breathe. so he’s cracked up by that, and hurting someone. odd combo. he’s obviously true neutral, just like me.
