Getting a good start...

Bri had a horrible attitude yesterday. What started as a simple battle of the wills ended in yelling and door slamming and a few "I hate you!"'s thrown in for good measure. We were supposed to go over to Grandma's house, but I wasn't going to take him anywhere with his attitude as it was.

So, I calmly told him he needed to change his attitude, and help me clean up the living room (after he threw something and kicked a kids chair over in it) before we could go. More will battles, more doors slammed, more yelling. You get the idea, I'm sure.

Finally he got to some measure of calm, and asked me when I was going to help him clean. I told him he needed to show me he was serious by getting started cleaning, and I would help him as soon as he did that. (After all, I wasn't the one who had thrown things and kicked a chair over!)

He pouted. He sat down angrily in a chair. He crossed his arms. He glared at me. I did my best to ignore him, and told him again, that once he got started, I would help him. Then he said, "I've got a good start to cleaning - running away!" and proceeded to dash down the hallway away from me.

It was all I could do not to laugh out loud, but I really didn't want to encourage him.

Mommy's eating WHAT?

Grandma and Grandpa have biscotti at their house - since it's not something I usually buy, I get it when I'm there as a rare treat. I poured myself a cup of coffee, and grabbed one for a snack. X. sees me across the kitchen, points and yells:

"Mommy is eating a BONE!"