Aidan wanted chocolate fingers for breakfast.
No, Aidan. You cannot have that for breakfast.
Pouted, and tried to hit me, a very hesitant and gentle one. It was like he wanted to act like me, but was afraid I would reprimand him, yet did it.
Hey. No hitting Mummy, eh?
He ran out to the living room, and came back into the kitchen a few seconds later.Puppy smack smack. (His toy puppy)
He took Puppy‘s hand, or legs or paw, which ever suits you, to touch my hand, as if Puppy was hitting me.
So, if Aidan can’t smack me, whatever gave him the idea Puppy can??! Wonder where he got the idea from.