(Since I already blogged the good today, here is some of the bad.)
While trying to go to the bathroom for five minutes the baby starts screaming. And when I holler down for Cece to please give him his pacifier she yells back, “I can’t.” As in, no I will not get off my three year old tushy and help you. I would rather complain about my brother crying and deny your request for help than stop what I am doing.
Yay three year olds! Ugh.