Life with child, pt. 2

It took The Boy exactly 27 minutes to reach the outer limits of my patience this morning. It's bad when you're at your wit's end before 9 a.m.

I don't know when it began, this new phase of limits testing. Sleep deprivation has fogged my memory, but I'm pretty sure he was delightful as recently as last week. Then he must have realized we were getting too complacent, and now everything we say must be challenged. You tell him to do something, like pick up the Play-Doh he has crumbled up and sprinkled all over the kitchen floor, and he shrieks "NO!" and runs away. You tell him not to do something, like stop hitting the dog with that wooden spoon, and he looks at you, smiles, and hits the dog with the wooden spoon.

I'm going out of town first thing Saturday morning. Alone. AnnaRay is taking a week off from work to take care of The Boy. I'm sure she'll have this behavior problem all worked out by the time I get back Thursday night.

See ya!