Why, that LITTLE...

shitbird!  Yup.  I said it.  And I'll say it again.  Peter is a little shitbird!  Okay, okay... right.  I should use a more PC term.  Fine.  Peter, my darling 2 year old, is a monster!

Evidence...

Chris has this large, glass jug he's been collecting change in since before we got married.  Even though it is tucked away, inside our walk-in closet, behind THREE bedroom doors, Peter still finds a way to purposefully drop things into it that don't belong.  Like... toothbrushes.  At least 5 toothbrushes are down there.  My lipstick.  A $5 bill of mine THAT I WAS NOT PLANNING TO DONATE.  And today... my expensive tweezers.

Does that face look remorseful to you?
Nope.  Me either!

That little....!!!!

See all of those things that don't look like change??
All courtesy of Peter.

He scares Slash.  Like all of the time.

Because he is ALWAYS hollering about something!

I'm not exaggerating.
He is always going on and on and on about some
injustice he's suffering (usually at the hands of his brothers).

And ever since he's started sleeping in a big boy bed, he doesn't want to take a nap.  Unless it's in the car...

Think he transfers to a bed once we get home??
Think again.

 Or when I'm making dinner, at 6pm, on our bedroom floor...

Who wants their kid "napping" at 6pm?
That's right.
NO ONE.

He cries like someone has set him on fire if I leave the room for more than a few seconds.  If I go take a shower or, God forbid, have to pee during the day, my partner is two steps behind me.  Sometimes he even brings entertainment while I'm in there...

Here he is setting up football men.
I guess he figured it was going to
take me awhile.  ;)

He literally goes "Rainman" on me until I give him popsicles.  "I wan snack.  I wan pop.  I wan snack.  I wan pop.  I wan snack.  I wan pop.  I wan snack.  I wan pop."

YES!  YES!  YES!
Have one!

He doesn't share...

But then, thank God, bedtime always comes and, like I've said before, I'm reminded of why I love him so...