He is, however, always mischievous!
His latest trick is to sneak into The Young Adult's room and scatter his millions of Pokemon cards all over the place. He can throw an amazing number of cards in 30 seconds or less. Surely soon The Young Adult will realize the wisdom of his mother's suggestion to lock his door when he is out of the room. Or to stop playing Pokemon cards. Honestly, we thought (when he was 3), he would outgrow Pokemon in a few years. Or not.
The Mad Toddler is refusing to wear shorts or short sleeves. He fusses and twists and cries. Even on the 90 degree days. I finally wrestled him into a short sleeve shirt this morning, but it took 30 minutes of fussing before he settled down. In fact, most days, he insists on pajamas all day. Not that I blame him. I would like that, too.
|The Mad Toddler at the lake|
|Mommy and her sweet boy!|