Trying to reason with a toddler is almost impossible.
In fairness, Jack gets a stack of mixed messages, so it must be hard for him to tell right from wrong.
At the moment he’s going through a slapping stage.
I don’t know where he’s learned it from but he particularly enjoys hi-fiving all-in-one bald heads.
Of course, when he slaps me on the spam, onlookers erupt into laughter in the way they would laugh at a Benny Hill sketch.
I’m glad he’s learnt some comedy skills at such a young age.
After all, who doesn’t want to see an over-sized man cowering from a baby?
Sadly the fun ends when he starts using his podgy little mitt to slap other people around the face.
There’s a time and a place for rough and tumble but 18-month-old toddlers aren’t particularly good at differentiating between their father and elderly gents out walking their dogs.