This is my nephew Nathan.
He doesn't like me at all. He doesn't speak to me unless he has to, and he definitely won't smile in a picture for me.
Why doesn't he like me?
Well, I caught he and Layton playing with a glass bottle one day. They broke the bottle on the concrete just as I discovered them. I wouldn't let them play in the broken glass and demanded they stay back while I cleaned it up.
Nathan told me, "You're being mean. I don't like you anymore."
Isn't it funny the way that small children interpret safety for meanness? I was attempting to keep them from getting hurt, but Nathan felt I was being mean by not letting them play with shards of glass.
Maybe he'll get over it soon...
He doesn't like me at all. He doesn't speak to me unless he has to, and he definitely won't smile in a picture for me.
Why doesn't he like me?
Well, I caught he and Layton playing with a glass bottle one day. They broke the bottle on the concrete just as I discovered them. I wouldn't let them play in the broken glass and demanded they stay back while I cleaned it up.
Nathan told me, "You're being mean. I don't like you anymore."
Isn't it funny the way that small children interpret safety for meanness? I was attempting to keep them from getting hurt, but Nathan felt I was being mean by not letting them play with shards of glass.
Maybe he'll get over it soon...