Sure, he looks super cute and his laugh melts hearts, but he’s turned into a bit of a… how shall I put it? Asshole.
He is in the thick of potty training and seems to hold it until he can pee all over something I really don’t want him to pee all over.
He screams “Goddamn!” while running amok through stores.
He runs into traffic giggling diabolically.
He gets out of his room a hundred times a night.
He tells the Detective that he doesn’t love him.
He’s added “What the hell?” to his list of things he says that are totally inappropriate.
He hides silently in the middle of clothing racks until we truly begin to thinks he’s been abducted.
He pours water out of the bathtub.
He steps into the toilet.
He dumps every single piece out of every single board game and puzzle that we own. Then stirs.
He unbuckles his car seat while we are driving.
He dumps out a Costco bag of Cheerios all over the house, tiny dust and all.
He tries to flush half a roll of toilet paper and giggles when it overflows.
He tries to clean up a poopy accident that results in just smearing it into several places in the carpet.
He does not follow any instructions. None.
He doesn’t like to get dressed. Or wear anything from the waist down.