you gotta laugh...

I have a trying child. One of the three. He's sweet too, loving, but prone to fit-pitching and slippery tantrums. Tonight, I'm alone with the three boys and this one throws rice at me at the dinner table which leads to enforced time-out. Then, when he won't stay in the corner I threaten a spanking... and when I go to deliver, I pull down his little diaper and stick my thumb in a mushy pile of poop. This brings the house down. All three boys laughing. Me not so much.

So I nix the spanking in favor of a stern talking to over a particularly messy diaper change. I end with "you got me?" and my 2-1/2 year old imp says "yesh, I unnershtand." Five minutes later, after the imp and his twin have stripped down to their diapers and are jumping on the guest bed, I sternly say "Wyatt, I asked you to finish your milk. Will you finish it now?" and he says, "uuuuummmmmm..... no sir!" I laugh, I can't help it. I roll with it and it's good.