I was sitting next to Jayden at the back seat, reprimanding him for something I don't even remember now. He was quiet as I ranted on; fiddling with his car seat buckle.
All of a sudden, he looked at me with a small smile on his face, and reached out to mine with an outstretched finger. Taken aback, I stopped talking.
He proceeded to stroke the skin between my eyebrows, like he was trying to iron something out.
"Mommy, no angry face. Smiley face." He beamed innocently.
I was so surprised that I almost laughed out loud. Which would be bad because I was supposed to be teaching him a lesson. About something I can't recall now. Instead, I just grabbed his hand and said, "Yes, Mommy will have a smiley face when Jayden behaves himself."
"Uh huh." He nodded his head. "I love you, Mommy."
"Love you too."
Either he is one tooth-achingly sweet charmer, or I had just been swiftly manipulated by a four-year-old. Nevertheless, with just a stroke of his finger, he had managed to diffuse a potentially hostile situation.
Well played, my son.
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