I’ve decided that there’s an excellent reason why children are so cute, so aesthetically appealing to adults: it allows them to survive their childhood.
We’ve entered toddler Bizzarro world in earnest:
Me: Why don’t we go outside and play in the snow, buddy?
LG: Okay, we can wear special pants.
Me: That’s right, your new special snow pants. Let’s put them on.
LG: NOOOOO! I DON’T WANT THEM, I DON’T WANT THEM!!!!
Me: Okay, well, if you don’t put on your pants you can’t go outside and play in the snow. Besides, when we get back in we can have hot cocoa with marshmallows.
5 minutes later:
LG: If we go outside, I can put my snowpants on.
Me: Okay, pal – that’s great. Put your foot in.
LG: NOOOO! IDONTWANTTOWEARITNONONONO!
Me: (Heavy Sigh, Reaching for Bottle of Tequila) Okay, buddy, fine.
10 minutes later:
LG: Can we go outside?
Like I said, that cuteness is no accident. It’s a biological imperative.