One man's trash is another man's treasure.
I don't know what it is about you, Edward, that makes you love trash so much. Perhaps it is the mere fact that forbidden fruit is sweeter, or perhaps it is due to the wonderful sounds of crinkling paper you can always find in great abundance, or perhaps you just like the smell, but in any case, the draw is almost irresistable. I say almost. Yes, my little man, you are learning self-control, and I am so proud of you! For example, today, as you tested the rules in the world where you live, you crawled over to the trash can, looked up in my eyes, and reached over with your beautiful little right hand to touch the smooth white plastic of the tauntalizing can. As expected, you received a small slap with your very own spatula! The touch was barely enough to feel, but even the sight of the object, combined with нельзя, is enough to show what should not be done. After another look into my eyes, you continued to explore, carefully reaching out your left hand to touch the can. Another expected slap, and a smile, knowing what you planned next. You then crawled back away from the trash can, then rapidly crawled toward it, stopping only a few centimeters away. You happily drummed your hands on the floor, touching the line in the linoleum beside the can, but carefully coming as close as you could to touching, but not actually touching. You knew where the line was, what the rule was, and were happy to play and obey. You looked up at me, smiled a big smile, patted the floor again, and then came over for a well-deserved time of hugging and joyful play. You are secure in my love, and are learning valuable lessons which will keep you safe throughout life as you learn to respect authority! I love you, and will always be proud of you!post/read comments