Well ...
He's nearly "Two Half" and ...
He's "mad at Mama."
He doesn't "Yike his daddy."
His sister "annoys" him.
In fact, there are more things that annoy him than don't:
"I not yike milk."
"I not yike cookies."
"I not yike dat."
"Dad is annoying me. I not yike him."
"I not yike that song."
"I not yike bekfast."
"I not yike socks."
"I not yike boots."
"I not yike my coat."
"I not yike your hair."
"I not yike you anymore."
... but of course ...
He's a big boy now. And he's asserting his independence.
"You gonna miss me when I go to super school."
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Well...as my grand-pa use to say, "Looks like someone stepped in some bear dirt"
(bear dirt=bear crap)
Later...
He must have stepped in it up to his armpits.
Yup, I met Mad Boy. I met Mad Boy right when it was our turn to see Santa at the mall this morning. I had high expecations of continuing our nice string of 5 years of kids on santas lap pictures, but not this year. Parents had to make an appearance in the picture to make sure Mad Boy didn't flee the scene. Mad Boy turned me into Ms. Grinch. :(
Can't wait to see that picture. Sounds like a Christmas classic.
Oh. Oh boy. Perhaps I CAN wait until The Bun starts talking more! I forgot all about the contrariness. (See what the inbetweentime does to you? How convenient, the forgetting? How good for the future of the species?)
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