So, the boy and Mama Bear are sick, which means nothing good will happen, and I have to watch my step because if I start acting too cheery I may wake up dead.
Mama Bear I am not too worried about. She's all sound a fury, but the boy on the other hand...he's a stone cold killah!
Apparently, this morning I looked a bit too happy. He didn't like that one bit, and before I knew it there were random toys flying at me with an angry screaming toddler behind them.
Normally, I would reprimand him for such behavior, but it was just too cute.
The only way to explain it would be to say it was like waking poking a sleeping bear with a stick, but in this case the bear was a sleepy, sicky 2 year old. He came at me with the thundah!
I thought I was a goner, but, luckily, the Pizzmeister got distracted by the cat, who took the brunt of the little man's fury.
Never really does anything, but the mere site of him incites a rage in the boy for some reason.
Anyway, I couldn't let the boy mistreat the poor cat like that, so I had to put an end to it no matter how cute it was.
Yes, this ended in a serious crying, pooping, tantrum, which ended up in a bath.
Update: From the time I started this post 10 minutes ago to now, the boy has decided to fall asleep on the couch with his butt up in the air. So cute! I'd take a picture, but I am afraid it will wake him, and I don't want that to happen. I really don't want that to happen. We've already had one poop of rage today! Let's not try for two.