EJ is now in the walking stage (though he usually clings on us for support) where he touches, swipes, eats, smells anything within his reach. This warrants constant supervision and close monitoring, lest he eat a piece of paper or a pair of slippers, God forbid. This means we have to follow him around the room, steer him away from the plugs and outlets, snatch away dirty things he collected along the way, and watch him do everything all over again.
But what amuses us now is his Drama King moments. He has since perfected his "woe-is-me" pouty look to the point of scrunching his face and sniffing with a little tears in his eyes, just so he gets what he wants. And when he does -- total transformation in a snap. All traces of "woe-is-me" is gone, a mischievous, triumphant smile replaces the pout, with drool on the side. And he got all of us hook, line and sinker.
Tsktsk. He's the King, all right.
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