15mo old N loves his mom the most, to the point of complaining when I was pushing the stroller and his mom was walking next to me, still in his line of sight. When we sat to hear Indian Summer Jars' set, he skirted me to hang out with Big Frog.
But when I had ice cream, he was craning precariously forward out of his mom's arms towards me, and I let him. And I shared my ice cream. After all,
"I'm not above buying his affections with ice cream."
That lasted exactly one cone (of vanilla with raspberry swirl & cashews, SOOOO good) and he was back to resisting me. But I'll take what I can get.
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