Early Oedipal

There are plenty of activities at which I coach Django, heavily at times -- take the catch-practice video below, as a prime example. But I swear I never, ever, not even jokingly showed him how to put my undergarments over his head! That 'skill' must have simply come with his wiring. Now it's become his usual way of helping with the (yes, clean) laundry.

Right after 'helping' me this weekend, he crawled up onto the couch and instead of doing his usual bounce-dancing there he started rolling around making all these bedroom eyes at me. I couldn't help but pull out the camera.

I don't know much about Freud and his theories, but if he's right about the Oedipal complex -- and Django loves me as much as I think he does -- it's a darn good thing I'm a single mom.