Babe! I’m a little mad at you. You know how you would always praise Jadon when he would do something that would frustrate me/us. Like: when I leave the Nutella jar on the table and he finds it and smears it all over himself. Or when he would run away with my toothbrush or rub toothpaste all over the couch. Or escape out the door and you would yell out to him: “Go Jadon Go!” Or when he would eat handfuls of dirt, or rocks. Whatever crazy thing he was doing YOU would always praise him with a laugh and smile and say: “Jadon! You are such a good boy!” You would egg...