today, i think he wants to be a gangsta when he grows as large as a man.
because that's what he did in the bins that need sorting and then proceeded to put what he rummaged on.
he may have been feeling a tad bigger than his britches with his fabulously colored, pom-pommed toque on his head.
his head could have swelled to the size of the atlantic because of how hard i laughed and the exclamations of cuteness that i spoke over him.
yes...he may have thought that because he charmed me so well, i'd probably let him get away with anything.
however, a mama doesn't really care for the moments when cars and dinosaurs are used as sneak-attack weapons on unsuspecting big sisters...
so this afternoon, as i was preparing dinner, elias was introduced to the time-out chair.
and this was his reaction...
and when the timer went beep beep and it was time for him to get down he cried and howled and clambered back on.
happy as a clam on his thickly diapered bottom.
maybe a more effective time out would be preventing him from slamming all the doors closed in the house...
i may have a point there...