Sigh....Last year we tried six times to get his passport photo taken. Then we gave up. He refused to sit on the stool or look at the camera. He just cried bloody murder. Even with promises of post-passport photo ice-cream treats, there was no way he was going to allow his photo to be taken.
Fast forward to this week. We are planning to go to Seattle at the end of October so we decided that it was time to try again. It took quite a bit of convincing (in the form of Smarties) but we finally succeeded! Whoohoo!
This morning (while we were in a rush, of course) we had to weigh him and measure him for his passport application. No big deal, right? Wrong! At the mere mention of stepping on the scale he started screaming, "No! I don't want to." When I told him that he needed to in order to ride the airplane to visit Amma, he pouted "I don't want to take the airplane!" (Liar, liar pants on fire). After about a 15-minute struggle he finally agreed to be weighed. In retrospect I should have just wrestled him into my arms and stepped on the scale with him....
Measuring his height against the wall. Pretty easy, right? Once again, wrong! Another drawn out scene ensured where we tried to get him to cooperate to measure him against the wall.
The little guy is honestly the most pig-headed kid on the face of the earth. Getting a passport isn't supposed to be this hard.
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