My loving, awesome, kissable, huggable, wonderful, exciting, little Drew has turned into the naughiest, worst behaved child in the world. I would take Evan every day of the week over Drew and twice on Sunday. Does that capture my pain? Where has my child gone? Oh, he's gone to 2.5....
After timeout, Drew are you sorry for hitting? "No." Drew you have to be sorry to get out of timeout, "I'm not sorry."
Drew's definition of sharing is, give it to me I want it.
Drew at McDonalds. Drew would you like chicken nuggets or a cheeseburger? "Ice cream."
Last week he was found eating crackers smeared with nutella on the counter using a sharp knife to accomplish the task.
Yesterday he got out all of the tools out of the kit and went to down on the garage door.
Now he's trying to throw the basketball and hit the TV mounted above the fire place.
His ass is redder than fat kids cheeks after a sunburn or a great piece of pie.
Oh dear God, that is the funniest and most sympathy inducing thing. His fearlessness was one thing, combined with an attitude is another. Brutally funny.
ReplyDeleteKatie, if you need a break perhaps I can talk Terry into having his gallbladder removed so you can come up for a few days again...it's either that or testicular torsion (but he'd be down from two nuts to one and I plan on needing those again next year sometime).
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