I've Been Sent to See the Judge

PDD-Nos Memoirs

Lately, The Little One has been reminding everyone:
"I'm not 7 anymore, I'm 8!"

This is his way of letting us know, he's not a baby anymore. Now, how could anyone think that a kid that weighs 80 lbs is a baby is beyond me.

He continues to pick up language from his siblings, school, youtube, TV and movies. This could be good .... or bad, depending on what comes out of his mouth.

This morning, he didn't want to cooperate. I always have lots of patience with him, but not today. I had stacks of papers on the table. (I have been filing
them and didn't finish last night, so I left them in a pile.) This morning he spilled fruit punch all over the table. Usually, I say "We all make mistakes. I'll help you clean it." Not today. This morning, I yelled.

His response:
"I'm going to the judge. I'm going to NYC and you're going to mommy jail. I'm going to live in NYC with Titi Nilka, Cookie and Zae Zae."

The judge? What the?

That will teach me to exercise restraint and be patient. The one time I lose it and he's taking me to court!