Little man and the stink eye

No this is not a post on pink eye.

Until I fart and shat on A's pillow too much.... THEN there will be a post on pink eye.

So this is the story of little man getting his shots, because we vaccinate. The first set of shots was so sad because he had such skinny legs. He cried so hard that he kept his eyes closed even when I put him back on the tit. This time around I made A go with me, the idea being that he would hold him and then pass him to me where I would be tit out and ready immediately.

Little man is laying on the table when they tell A to hold his hands and distracte him. So A is calling him and he looks over, makes eye contact with A and smiles.... that smile turned to a look of confusing.... to anger/betrayal.... to sobbing. I'm ready boob out, burp rag in place, ready to soothe my little man.... Instead A picks him up and starts to bounce him saying "it's okay,  daddy's here"..... are you fucking kidding me*.... so I say "give him to me NOW" and get little man on the boob.... He sucks,  cries,  sucks,  cries. ... right about then the nurses have picked up everything and are telling us to take as much time as we need he did such a good job blah blah blah.... little man pulls off the tit turns his head all the way around arching his back to see them.... and gives them the stink eye! They say oh my god.... and he turns back and sucks the boob.
Right then
It was that moment I knew not only does this child have my attitude,  but that he watches me. Can not tell you how many times, while driving especially, that I'll make sure someone sees me so I can give them the stink eye! That was exactly what he did, he made sure he had eye contact and gave them the look.
I was dying with laughter! A was just shaking his head.

My child is amazing.

*In case you feel you need to rip me a new one about how wonderful your husband is and how dad's can comfort just as much as mom's. One, you may have a great husband, but you're wrong. Two, my husband is, like, never here. We work that way because I don't need him around all.the.time. In fact, most days I function better without him here. And we've proven that I can shoot better than him in multiple occasions. So his whole trip on trying to comfort little man first was more for him than for little man. So it pissed me the fuck off. My baby is in pain and you're trying to soothe your own ego. Want to be a more involved parent? Be here more!
Rant over