You offended him!
While waiting for breakfast, the kids decided to play car racing – as in the 2 older ones are commentators and the little one is supposed to be the audience. Maybe this concept was hard to communicate to the little one who thought that he could actually play with the little, toy cars, only to be reprimanded by his eldest sibling, “don’t touch that car!”.
Very hurt, the baby looked at me with his pout and sad, little puppy eyes, then proceeded to crawl away, in sort of a I-would-prefer-to-stomp-but-I-don’t-know-how kind of a way, to the far (relatively) end of the living room, where he sat on the floor in front of the sofa.
Because no one paid to much attention to him, he proceeded to climb on the sofa, as if to get even further away, sat himself with a loud ‘thud’ and a sigh, and then for even more dramatic effect, he stood up and dropped himself face-first back on to the sofa – at which point, my eldest took notice to proudly proclaim, “mommy, look at him! I offended him!”
