Charlie and I are inside watching tv together with him in my lap, suddenly I have to take a massive dump, I gently nudge him trying to get him to get up, "baby boy I need to get up, you gotta move."
"No no, Charwie stays dada." He says in a tired tone eyes not even open, finally, I get tired of this and pick him up and set him next to me, and stand up, he freaks out at this.
"No no, dada sit! DADA SIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" When I ignore him he throws a tantrum, I laugh as I go to the bathroom, leaving him in there alone, to my surprise he stops and follows me to the hall leading to the bathroom, and starts his tantrum again. A mischievous smirk comes to my face at this as an idea comes to my mind. I run out of the hall past him to the living room, he follows me and stops his tantrum again, I then run to the kitchen, again, he follows me. I run back to the living room and he follows.
"STOP IGNORING CHARWIE!" I laugh at his tears and he is not happy about this, "STOP WAUGHING AT CHARWIE!" I then break into hysterical laughter at this. "STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"
