Temper, temper...

The other day I caught Dillon sucking on the end of my laptop cord. He'd done this once before and filled it so full of mouth juice that it wouldn't work anymore, but thankfully it was on warranty and I didn't have to spend the $130 to replace it. This last time I scolded him with a firm, 'No', and a bit of a finger wag. He promptly walked over to a pile of cars and, no word of a lie, picked the biggest one, walked back over to me and fired it at me. And then he melted into the floor and started to cry.

A temper this one has.

Today I took his orange away so I could peel it for him and he immediately turned around, went into the closet, came back and threw a shoe at me. And because when he threw the shoe it didn't reach me he walked over to it, picked it up again and threw at me again. And then once more melted into the floor in a puddle of tears.

And he's only 15 months old. Scares me to think what he'll be like when he's older.