Psst! Save Us!!

Shhh! Don't let him hear you! Call 911 quick - before it has another Temper Tantrum.

Here's actual dialog from tonight:

Dad: "Say, 'truck' Iain."
Iain: "I hate you!!!! Wahhh! CUCK!!"
Dad: "Not 'cuck,' 'truck' trrrr-uck!"
Iain: "Moida! Moida! Help!"

Mom: "Here, honey, have some cheese-toast."
Iain: "Ahhh! Poison! Help, she's trying to kill me!!"
Mom: "It's good, see? It's cheese like you like, and toast like you like."
Iain: "Fire! Flood! Call the Pentagon! Help!"
Mom: "How about some jam on your cheese toast?"
Iain: "Jam? Ok." [proceeds to sort of eat]

At bedtime, he screamed all the way up the stairs, then once I had him stripped and his pajamas were in his father's hands, he said "Baf?"

Ok. Bath, tooth-brushing, new diaper, jammies, and a book later, he went to bed effortlessly.

Color me baffled by toddler-dom.

In other news, our Crazy Sale Order from Gap came today. Iain got two cute new fleece pull-overs, and Daddy got two new sweaters to keep him warm when it's 30 F at 10am (like today). Mommy ordered two sweaters but only one was in stock.

I laid them all out on the sofa and realized that of the five garments, all were either grey or blue or grey and blue. Hmmm...