Last night apparenly someone was in a crabby mood. I hope you didn't think this would be all cute stories. There has to be bad stories also. Last night he had all sort of mood swings. He would be all happy and then we would tell him he had to eat dinner and he would run away mad. I know, we are mean parents. Dinner ended with his plate on the floor along with the food. Charlie didn't think it was done on purpose but he was done with dinner.
Then they went downstairs to play while I finished making cupcakes. He wanted some of them, but they were not cooked yet. When I told him that, he told me "They are cooked. Don't say that." I came downstairs after and we played blocks a little. He then got mad because I didn't want him to close the door. He proceeded to slam the door on me so I went upstairs. He got mad and yelled upstairs. Charlie told him that he was not being nice. He did not like that and came upstairs crying and yelling, that he was nice.
I picked him up to talk to him and he hit me. Charlie took him upstairs to sit in his room and he continued to cry and hit. At this moment, snack was no longer an option. After more crying and saying he was nice, I got him down ready to read a book.
As we are rocking he is telling me, how he was not nice. He said "I won't get a snack tonight but if I am nice to you tomorrow I can have a snack". I told him he could and he told me he would be nice. The day ended nicely at least.
This morning I took him to daycare. As we are driving this is the conversation we have:
Josh: Mom I have a great idea.
Me: You do? What?
Josh: We went to Grandma Diers and Grandma Wenningers.
Me: Yes we did.
I don't think he has the concept of an idea. :)
That is all for now.
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