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My youngest (I was a single dad since before he was 3) is now 24 years old with a family of his own (a wife and two sons). He was very sweet, loved to cuddle and was very loving. He never went through that, "Awwww... dad! Not in front of my friends," stage when we would hug. Still, there was one perverse quality that was remarkable. He had a gift for being annoying.
Somehow if he caught on to the fact that something he was doing bothered you, he'd find a way to drive it home. If I tried, "stop it!" he'd modify the behavior in just the right proportion so that he could say, "I stopped," but would continue to pursue the desired result.
Sometimes even today when we're talking about stuff either he or I will occasionally stop and say, "We're doing it again, aren't we?" His two sons though are precious. They really get along well with each other, you can tell they really love each other as brothers. They're respectful of their parents wishes too, and easy to care for when I babysit. Once, I remarked, "What's up with your kids? How did you get the good kids? You didn't deserve them!" He just smiled, agreed, and beamed like the proud father he is.
My youngest (I was a single dad since before he was 3) is now 24 years old with a family of his own (a wife and two sons). He was very sweet, loved to cuddle and was very loving. He never went through that, "Awwww... dad! Not in front of my friends," stage when we would hug. Still, there was one perverse quality that was remarkable. He had a gift for being annoying.
Somehow if he caught on to the fact that something he was doing bothered you, he'd find a way to drive it home. If I tried, "stop it!" he'd modify the behavior in just the right proportion so that he could say, "I stopped," but would continue to pursue the desired result.
Sometimes even today when we're talking about stuff either he or I will occasionally stop and say, "We're doing it again, aren't we?" His two sons though are precious. They really get along well with each other, you can tell they really love each other as brothers. They're respectful of their parents wishes too, and easy to care for when I babysit. Once, I remarked, "What's up with your kids? How did you get the good kids? You didn't deserve them!" He just smiled, agreed, and beamed like the proud father he is.
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