If you could see what I see now, a diapered angel in Daddy's recliner, enjoying the unrequited love of Bob and Wendy (what's up with that, anyway?), you would NOT believe what happened this weekend.
At a family barbecue, my son had to go to time out. When he continued to kick and scream and make his whole little body tremble with tantrum for an extrodinarily long time, I had to throw a cup of water in his face to get him to stop. I kid you not, I was having Exorcist flashbacks.
We're so proud.