My Toddler, The Puppet Master

Puppet Master

Sometimes I look at my child and wonder to myself *how the hell are you so smart already?*.  

Now, I don’t mean this in a complementary way, well I do – but it’s more a props to the caliber of his manipulations. 

As my sister likes to put it “he’s the puppet master”, a phrase she actually taught my 2-year-old to say, hand gestures and all.  

Over the course of 2.5 years, this little monster has grown so much, learned so much, and maneuvered his way through various situations to the degree that it is no longer really even a question of who’s running the household. We all know the puppet master is.  

So if you’re in the mood for a laugh – here is a list of some of the crazy-ass-shit my toddler has spewed at me. 


He’s incredibly creative. He doesn’t just love to torture me, he usually loves to do it with musical instruments! This kid loves music, dancing, drawing, singing, you name it.  

Puppet Master

He has no shortage of love to give, and a wild imagination that goes with it. 

Puppet Master
Puppet Master

He’s wary of liars, and knows how to keep you honest. 

Puppet Master

Things seem so simple and straight forward through his eyes. 

Puppet Master

He’s got one hell of a discerning pallet and knows what he likes. 

Puppet Master
Puppet Master
Puppet Master

He is kind to a fault (when he’s not karate kicking me in the stomach first thing in the morning). 

Puppet Master
Puppet Master

At times, he really is wise beyond his years. 

Puppet Master

At other times – he’s just plain weird. 

Puppet Master

He really, and truly is a puppet master – with many tactics of mass manipulation up his sleeve  

Puppet Master

He may or may not have destructive tendencies… 

Puppet Master

But he makes up for them with so much love: 

Puppet Master

And todays was my favourite of all, when after crawling into my bed he asked me to stay with him and not to go to work. When I told him mom had to, my little boy looked at me, lightly moved a few stray hairs off my face and said “there mama, you’re perfect” and hugged me close. Right. In. The. Feels. Needless to say, I was late for work, because #cuddles. 

I guess what I’m trying to say is I’ve got a toddler who has a lot of attitude.  He’s stubborn, witty, creative, and makes me laugh, cry, and melt with the ferocity of the love I have for him – every single day. I’m one lucky mama. 

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