C has had a rough morning. He was not happy that the Froot Loop snack that I packed for our shopping trip did not have any marshmallows in it, so he dumped it in the trash and tried to pack his own snack. While in the car, I was talking to Aunt JoJo. He was very angry about this. When I got off the phone, I asked him what he wanted. He said 'Mommy--why do we have bones?' Really--that is all you wanted???? While in Target, he said 'Mommy--that was a funny looking girl" as loud as he could. "She has a mustache! He! He!" (It was an older gentlemen with a ponytail). When we arrived home from Target, he asked if he could draw on his new chalkboard painted wall. I told him no, because it wasn't dry yet. He told me he could do whatever he wants. I told him that he needed to make lunch then. He said, "I can do whatever I want EXCEPT making lunch!". While I unpacked the groceries, he decided to draw on his wall anyway. He came down and told on himself and I promptly put him in time out. When time out was over, I asked him what he did. He said, "Umm--mommy what did I did again? I can't remember." Is it nap time yet?
