A Perfectly Normal Reaction

There are two laws when it comes to my sweet boy.

1: He loves the slide. Like, no, he LOVES the slide. Come rain, snow, hurricane, or nuclear fallout he will ask you to take him to the slide. If given the choice, I’m pretty sure he’d live on the slide. Just throw him some buttered toast and his water bottle every once in a while and call it good!

2: He hates being told no. I mean, who doesn’t? But like he REALLY hates being told no. It’s just the end of the freaking world to him.

So with these two in mind, let’s paint this scene that unfolded the other day. Picture it: the first sunny day in weeks in a cold and dreary Washington winter. My poor boy wants to go play on the slide. Reasonable request, sure, but the problem being he had pulled every freaking toy imaginable out and destroyed the living room. So, he was given an ultimatum…

Which basically translated to “no” to his lizard brain. He took it well I think…

He disappears for a minute…

Probably just calming down before cleaning up now mess…

Well then he emerges back into the room with toy sword in hand roaring like an enraged caribou .

His mission?

To beat the crap out of all the toys on the floor…which he then did. I can only imagine that he did this to spite me somehow? I don’t know, but he sure as heck showed me I tell you what!

(Don’t worry. After he slew the entirety of the living room, he did clean up his mess and we went to the slide. It was a good day).

Stay classy, stay safe, and, above all else,

Stay grumpy.