Nipple

So Friday & Saturday mornings are always me with the boys as Danielle is at work. Every single week provides a new series of circumstances and stories which remind me how awesome it is to be a dad. So you might be wondering why this post is titled nipple. So here is the story....

Ever since Trenton started learning how to talk he would ask me questions starting with "whats this daddy?" and point something out. Well one day he pointed at my nipple (minor point to this story: the men in this house do not wear shirts whenever possible) and asked what it was. I told him it was a nipple and then I proceeded to give him a little minor purple nurple which caused him to laugh at out like a wild hyena. Well since that point every now and then I'll give him another purple nurple while we wrestle around. Well this morning the tide turned on me. He ran up to me randomly and yelled out nipple (first time he has ever said that word, bound to get me in trouble next time he is in Sunday school) and reached up and pinched and twisted my right nipple in the perfect purple nurple. I yelped in pain (he of course not understanding the concept of gentle) and he started crying he was laughing so hard. So now the entire morning he has been trying to chase me down and give me another one. I laugh now...but know that at some point he is going to get into trouble for this and the blame will slowly find its way back to me. Why is it that kids can only pick up and imitate the bad traits??? :)