Life Imitates Art

Who knew that trolls could be cute?

Who knew that trolls could be cute?

My almost 3-year-old, Bennett, was up early one morning recently. Of course, him being up early isn’t unusual; he’s almost always the first up. But this time was different because it was the first morning he felt the need to blatantly troll me while I was still half asleep.

I went upstairs to meet him at the top of the stairs because he wanted me to carry him down. I carried him down.

We arrive downstairs.

Bennett: Now, carry me upstairs.

Me: Why?

Bennett: I want to go back to bed.

We arrive upstairs.

Bennett: Now, carry me downstairs.

Me: What?

We arrive back downstairs.

Bennett: Now, carry me upstairs.

Me: Seriously?

We arrive upstairs.

Bennett: Now, carry me back downstairs.

Me: Dude. What are we doing?

Bennett: First we go downstairs, then we go upstairs, then we go downstairs, then we go upstairs.

Me: Yeah, I noticed. But why are we doing that?

Bennett: Because that’s what it’s all about.

Me: …

Yep. When I realized how hard he had trolled me at six in the morning it was legit the proudest I’d ever been.