The youngest is at a very percocious age. I think the child is trying to kill me. Today, we went to the amusement park and as soon as we told the kids, they all got very over excited - to the point we almost had to cancel the trip. Everything at the park was fine, but once done...geez, you would have thought world war three was starting - with the youngest being at the center of most of the ruccous.
Eventually, it got to the point where I started dropping bed time to earlier and earlier, which is how this happened...
Me: That's it. Bedtime at 7pm.
Youngest: What?!? But why? (in the best whiny voice possible)
Me: (crickets)
A couple minutes later, another ruccous is started...
Me: OK, now we're at 6:55pm...
Youngest: NOOOOOO!!!!!
(rest of car is silent)
Me: Fine, yours is now 6:50pm...
Youngest: NOOOO!!!! Why?? I didn't do anything...NOOOOO!!!! Please...
Me: (to wife) That child is a slow learner...
Youngest: (dropping all whining) Yep. That's me. Slow learner, fast runner...
(SMACK)
Me: How fast are you when you're strapped in a car? Hmmm, not fast enough. 6:45pm bedtime, suggest you stop while your still here to go to bed...
Okay, so maybe, just maybe, the part from the smack on down is what I WANTED to have happen if it weren't for DFACS. In part because that piece didn't happen, my eye is twitching and the child decided just before dinner that the dining chairs would make a good tunnel to crawl through. The kid won't make it much longer, DFACS or no...
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