Lannom turns two at the end of this month. However, he has had a rough couple of days with daddy.
Last night while he was in the bathtub he started scooping up water with his measuring cup and pouring it out of the tub. I told him to stop and to keep the water in the tub. He then, scooped up some water, looked right at me, and dumped it out on the floor. He was, of course, instantly disciplined. For the rest of the night he was as obedient as could be.
This evening while at the dinner table he started spitting out his milk. I told him to stop. Once again, he took a big drink of milk, looked right at me, and let it dribble out his mouth. Oh was I mad. He was disciplined. My mother-in-law was over having dinner with us and even she commented that the look of defiance in his eyes as he spit his milk out was clear.
So, it looks like we may be entering the terrible twos a few weeks early. The poor kid though, doesn't know what he is up against. Daddy don't play.
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