Because there is only one word for Jack yesterday afternoon and that word is - Bitchy.
Geesh there was no making this boy happy for about 4 hours. It started when we came home and he was saying something about a "fysie" (his word for fire truck) and going insane trying to find it in the backseat. I couldn't see it and made him go inside. He gets inside and totally melts down and is trying to get back in the garage to find his "fysie". So we go out to the garage again to look and sure enough his little wooden "fysie" was lodged in the backseat.
I thought all was well with the world once again. The boy had his "fysie". But NOOOOOO. He had to whine, complain, scream, and basically be bitchy for almost the entire night. He did perk up when we played choo choos in the playroom after dinner. And was back to normal (Thank God) when we were reading books before bedtime. But good grief that child can out bitch even the bitchiest woman in Hollywood!
Friday, February 17, 2006
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