Tonight when we got home from dinner, Damian was first pissed that I'd gotten into the house before he did (he was still playing with his Leap Pad in the car) and then outraged that the heater wasn't on when he plopped down beside it. We told him he was tired, that's why he was getting so bent out of shape, and that it was time for bed.
Of course this made him angrier. We had a round of "No, I'm not!" "Yes, I think you are." and so on. Then I left the room and when I came back, he announced to me, "It's my body and I can decide what I want!"
When did he become a teenager?
Posted by Tamar at April 10, 2004 09:41 PM