Yet still he lives. Thank God for Mr Clean Magic Erasers that's all I can tell ya. When he's tired, he throws things, anything. He beaned his Dad in the head only last night with a remote control unit. ( Ironically I've wanted to do the same thing to his Dad for YEARS !!) His idea of playing cars is to smash them into each other as hard as possible whilst giggling manically. If his sister is reading a book and he wants her attention for some reason, he will snatch the book out of her hands and THROW IT IN THE GARBAGE!!! He plays hard and is STRONG as an OX. If he decides he doesn't want to get in the cart at the store, well, he won't. It's a battle, every day! BUT, and this is the part that gets me the most, he is a sweetheart. He will bring you cookies, ( and of course will make sure he has one too! ) he will bring you a book and say "Weed it a me??", he falls asleep in your arms sucking on the back of his hand. He gives soft kisses, he says "I lub you" and "You wok Mama!" ( when pressed!) and he has a smile that could melt stone. His chubby little arm wraps over my neck when I lay down with him at night and I remember that this is why we keep him. .... and also why we still have Daddy!!
Boys. Can't live with 'em, can't pay anyone else to take 'em!!!