Well his dad is just like me. We love to see him laugh, but boy do we like to tease him. When he starts crying he's like a worm tossing and turning. And then we can take him in our arms and tell him that it's ok. I love it when he sleeps over at our place. He sleeps between me and my girlfriend. I just lie there watching him. And at 7am it's jumping on my face and hitting me. I admit doing it every day would freak me out, but I love it. He brings joy in to everybody's life.
One day I came to pick him up and he was just punished by his parents. So he assumed that he was being punished and his parents didn't want him anymore.
So he's crying on the backseat and tears and snot are covering it. So I tell him:
Sweety don't cry. I'm going to buy you ice cream if you stop crying. To what he replies: I'm not sweet. I'm a bad, bad boy. Needless to say I laughed so hard that it made him cry even more.