Oh man, we had an extra crabby evening last night, I think due to daylight savings time.
He wasn't allowed to go outside to "help" daddy shovel snow when it's freezing outside.
Mom told him he couldn't have an M & M since he barely touched his dinner.
Mom didn't want to "up please" 80,000 times in the course of a single half hour so he could mostly stare into the pantry to look at all the food he didn't want at adult height.
Because he did not want his train Tshirt under his dump truck sweatshirt today.
W is getting to be SUCH a diva about what he wears since we started letting him help. I try to do controlled choices, like dinosaur shirt or train shirt? And he literally will pull his drawer open, pull out a completely different shirt, and say "rocket" or whatever is relevant to that shirt. I literally asked him yesterday (jokingly) if he was a one year old boy or a 14 year old girl.
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