I'm not talking whining and fussing. I'm talking screaming, crying, throwing oneself on the ground, flailing, rolling, scratching, the whole bit.
Here's the list from the past week:
Because I wouldn't let him pile drive me
Because I wouldn't let him fall backwards off the bed
Because I turned on the shower
Because the pears were all gone
Because the pie was all gone
Because I made him get in his car seat
Because I wouldn't let him put his finger in the electrical socket
Because the Wendy's French fry was too crispy and he couldn't bite it
Because he was drinking apple juice and we were drinking Dr. Pepper
Because I wouldn't let him climb over the 12th story balcony rail
Because the bubbles would blow away before he could reach them
Because daddy walked out of the room
Because I made him put on his pajamas
Because I made him lay down to change his diaper
Because I wanted to clip his fingernails
Because the ball wouldn't bounce
Because he couldn't turn the doorknob
Because I wouldn't let him pour his juice all over the ottoman
Because I wouldn't let him play in the bathroom at the dr.'s office
Because I wouldn't let him scroll through my camera roll for hours on end
Because I wasn't getting out of the car fast enough
Because I wouldn't let him play with grandpa's weed eater.
Because I wasn't swinging him fast enough
That's all I could come up with from recent history.
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