When I got Jack home from school on Tuesday night, after being in respite for 4 days, he gave me the silent treatment!
I know you're thinking, silent treatment, but he doesn't speak! Well believe me, this boy doesn't need to. A lot of people make the mistake of thinking that non verbal people don't communicate but his whole body language was giving me the message that he was not a happy bunny and my punishment was to be ignored.
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| a bit like this |
Every time I spoke to him, he would refuse to give me any eye contact, twisting his head this way and that. He had such a look on his face that I really couldn't help laughing. The more I laughed, the harder he worked not to respond. The look on his face was totally priceless, halfway between a smirk and a glare.
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| and a wee smirk like this |
Finally after 3 hours of hard slog, he gave me a half smile. I jumped up and down with delight, gave him a big, sloppy kiss and he responded by giving me a huge beaming smile. I tickled him then and he started really chuckling and I knew that I had been forgiven.
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| then laughing like this |
Typical man, making me work so damn hard.
