A far cry from last weekend

This whirl-wind of a kid of mine might explain my post-vacation blues:

This little kid has been bad today.  

Like I took his temperature every hour praying I might have something to blame this kind of behavior on bad.

We resorted to the infant tactic of driving around the neighborhood praying he would fall asleep.  

And when he woke up at 5:30 PM he started up with the screaming again and demanded breakfast.  

And I gave it to him.  Because I was scared.  And tired.  

Then I went to the internet to do a Google search on psychotic fits.  

And the verdict is:  He's a toddler.