H1: BH, come clean up your moon sand from the table please.
BH: I don't want to! I...I quit you! I won't talk to you anymore.
Then while brushing teeth, BH was not listening to Mommy because he was swallowing the water instead of spitting.
H1: You're not doing a good job today.
BH: I don't like you anymore!
H1: You don't like me? Why?
BH: Because I don't like it when you tell me I'm not doing a good job.
Maybe I can tell Grandma this story, so we can start quitting him when he's acting up.
A taste of his own medicine might be in order.
Sunday, April 04, 2010
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