Usually, Aidan is my sweet child. He's the one who climbs up in my desk chair to stand behind me while I work, with his arms around my neck and his cheek against my cheek. He's the one who picks flowers in the yard and brings them to me. He's the one who says, out of the blue, "Mom. I love you!" Or, "Mom, I think you're beautiful." USUALLY.
Usually, he looks like this:
Isn't he a doll? Doesn't he look SWEET?
Today, after I lectured "NO, you may not play with my PacMan video game, because you don't take of your toys. Just yesterday, you ran your brand new remote control car down the stairs and crashed it to bits, after Daddy told you NOT to run it down the stairs, and you weren't even sad that it was ruined. You don't take care of your OWN toys, so I'm not letting you play with MY toys.", he got mad. He cried, whined, begged, and finally resorted to throwing a tantrum. Then, from across the room, while I sat ignoring his behavior, he screamed, "NO!" I turned around and said, "Did you just scream 'NO' at me?" Telling Mom 'no' is the WORST offense, next to lying. He glared at me without saying a word. I was on to his game. He was trying to get a rise out of me. He was out to make me MAD.
"Are you trying to make me REALLY mad?" He very deliberately nodded 'yes' to me, glaring all the while.
I turned around to take a deep breath and count to ten, and again he screamed, "NO!"
So I put him in time out, 6 feet away from me in an uncomfortable chair and told him not to say another word. He didn't. Instead, he glared. And stomped. And beat his fists on the seat of the chair every 30 seconds. And glared some more. It was a sight to behold. His 5-minute time-out turned into 35 before he was over himself.
In the meantime, I said, "You better stop giving me that look, or I'll take a picture of it and put it in the scrapbook." He responded by growling at me. So I got my camera and snapped away.
Isn't he CUTE?
Too bad for Aidan, I'm WAY more stubborn than he is. He can't wear this Momma down!