As we're walking out the door...
Reid- Mom, I want firetruck!
Me - No, Reid, firetruck stays here.
Reid - Mom, I want catty!
Me - No Reid, the cat stays here.
Reid - Mom, I want blankie!
Me - No Reid, blanket stays here. Hey, Reid, look, chicken!
Reid - CHICKEN!!! Mom, I want hug the chicken!
Me - Chickens don't really like hugs, Reid, let's get in the car.
Cort was on steroids recently for yet another attack of wheezing. Steroids give him 'roid rage, which isn't pretty in the 2 year old form. Sometimes I secretly call him Cort Manson when he's on steroids. He can dole out some rather sociopathic stare downs.
Cort - Mom, I WANT APPLE JUICE.
Me - Cort, we don't have apple juice. Sorry. Do you want some water?
Cort, tugging on the door of the fridge, making screaming noises, with tears streaming down his face - APPLE JUICE. I WANT APPLE JUICE!
Me - No apple juice, Cort. Do you want milk?
Cort - APPLE JUICE. I WANT APPLE JUICE!
Repeat for the next 20 minutes, until he finally decides that he now wants something different - like to torment his brother. 'Roid rage, I tell ya, it's something else!
Good thing they're so cute all the time, even when rotten!
This post linked with Saturday Laughs at The Mommyhood Chronicles.