Or kids.

So I’m driving the kids home today from the park and Scorch is throwing a total fit because I won’t let him watch a DVD in the car. You know, for the ride that is a total of 5 minutes long. ::roll eyes::

So he’s carrying on- crying, yelling and basically telling me how he’s the boss of me and I need to do what he wants me to do. Period. End of discussion. I’m ignoring him which is only ticking him off more so he started telling me how I’m so mean to him.  And, for good measure, he likes Daddy so much more then me. I think- he wasn’t really talking sense at that point.

So Bean, who is only two and must be smarter then I give her credit for, starts yelling “I love you, Mommy!” over and over.

At this point, Scorch turns off the tears on a dime and goes “Wait- what am I crying about again?”

Yeah kid- what are you crying about again?