I am afraid my son is going to grow up to be a hardened criminal. Case in point: In nine short months he has managed to pull a fire alarm at an elementary school sending hundreds of school children and teachers running for safety, and just yesterday while playing with the cordless phone, he dialed 9-1-1 and the police showed up at the front door in a panic.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I resent all of you out there that told me the second one was sooo much easier (yah, you know who you are). Because of you I have a crazy man on my hands. Don't let that innocent looking, adorable little face fool you. I am going to take my therapy bills out of his allowance someday.