It’s been one of those days. Baby b., who is no longer a baby, but very much TWO, gave me a run for my money today.
Sitting down for dinner tonight, he threw a full-on tantrum because he wanted candy instead of scalloped potatoes with ham. As I put him in our “time out” spot to serve his two minutes, Twin B. commented, “You should think about calling Supernanny to deal with him. She could come while we’re at school.”
“Yeah,” Twin A. agreed. “I think that would make a very interesting show.”
Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys. I’ll keep that in mind if things get worse.