Advantage: Bub

Scene: Kitchen, Dinnertime.

Bub takes a large swig from his sippy cup, leans over the edge of his high chair and allows the milk to splatter from his mouth to the floor. As I move in to confiscate the cup, he leans forward and smacks my hand. He immediately demands, "Hug." I hesitate briefly, not sure if I want to reward these behaviors. His demands get more insistent and I lean awkwardly over the highchair tray to allow him to wrap his sticky fingers around my neck.

"No spit. No hit, Mama. I sowwy, Mama."

Well played, kid. Well played indeed.