Sticker Hell

I mentioned in a previous post that Cousin Marin introduced us to stickers. And earlier this week we had an unfortunate event with daycare where I was encouraged not to bring stickers. Well, Cutter is still carrying this obsession with stickers. But we have been weaning him... stand strong. Don't give him any stickers.

Friday afternoon we fell off the wagon. Chad bought a Halloween carving pumpkin because he knew that Cutter would have fun with carving one. But, there was a giant sticker on the pumpkin. You know, a really cute one that says "Pumpkin - $2.99" Cutter finds his way to the pumpkin and pulls it off and puts it on his shirt. And he wears this sticker for 2 days.

Today, Sunday, the sticker will not stick any more. Hailey, Cutter, Kenzie, and I go to Target to do some household shopping while Chad and Hunter do some work at the deer lease. Target has stickers. Hailey picked out some puffy stickers and some flat Halloween stickers. During the shopping trip we had to bribe Cutter with chocolate chips in order to pay for the stickers. He let go of the chips when we returned the stickers. On the way home from Target, we had sticker overdose. He stuck them all over his seat, on the window, and tried to escape his carseat to put stickers on the ceiling of the car. Thankfully, he was not able to accomplish this!

When we got home, I took the stickers away and was going to give him candy corn. As I opened the bag, the bag ripped and candy corn flew all over the kitcher.

"Shit!" I muttered.
And Cutter shouted back "Shit!" My new tactic - ignore.
"Cutter, do you want something to drink?"
Cutter walks to the drink frig and points "This!"

He was pointing to a beer, Miller Lite - not even a nice Belgian one.

Great. My 20 month old is addicted to stickers, swears, and wants to drink beer. And its all my fault!