I May Be His Puppet, but at Least I’m Not His Clown
19mo Guppy loves to swing. Last week he was on the jungle gym, and yelled, “Stah!” for stop, so I halted the swing. He grinned at me slyly, then said decisively, “Fing!” I began to push him again. He continued to exercise his will over what I did, with me in full collusion. We went through this cycle about a half dozen more times, then I laughed and asked him if I was a clown for his amusement.
He shook his head, “No, Da-yeh.”
“Dad is a clown for your amusement?” I asked to clarify.
He nodded his head twice, and said “Mmm-hmmm!”