I knew that if I was consistent enough, patient enough, and threw enough treats at him, that Wyatt would learn some good tricks. So far, I've taught him how to sit (on his hind legs), roll over, speak (mostly sounds of "dadadada," although I could have sworn I heard a "Tic" out of him yesterday and a "doh", surely meaning dog), and the best trick of all -- sharing his breadstick.
Every day, Dina sits him on his foam mat with some toys and a breadstick. After weeks of staring him down, miracle! The kid took his breadstick and offered it to me! I was only able to get a few licks in before he took it back and shoved it in his mouth, though, but it will be no time before I get full-on bites. I know, I know. I'm sort of grossed out, too -- that I'm eating something that's been in his mouth. I mean, for all I know, the kid licks his genitals...
Every day, Dina sits him on his foam mat with some toys and a breadstick. After weeks of staring him down, miracle! The kid took his breadstick and offered it to me! I was only able to get a few licks in before he took it back and shoved it in his mouth, though, but it will be no time before I get full-on bites. I know, I know. I'm sort of grossed out, too -- that I'm eating something that's been in his mouth. I mean, for all I know, the kid licks his genitals...
I'm only letting you touch me while I sniff for crumbs.
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