Pulling the Wool Over Our Eyes

My son, B.T., has known how to walk for several months now.  I know this because I’d seen him do it.  More tha once, and completely unaided.

And yet, for months, B.T. has refused to walk without the assistance of either Daddy’s or Mommy’s hand to stabilize him.  And we assisted, when we could.  But there were times we couldn’t.  And so, quite often, B.T. reverted to using his other locomotive technique: scooting across the floor on his bum.  The latter is a sight to behold – it’s very amusing.  But Dear Wife and I couldn’t understand: why did he refuse to walk unaided, when we knew he had the skill to do so?  Alas, all of our coaxing and cajoling, and trying to set him for success by encouraging him to walk from Daddy to Mommy or from Mommy to Daddy across short distances seemed for naught. Continue reading