So last night I was desperately trying to get Aric down for bed. He was fighting it with every fiber of his being. After going to the bathroom I came back to check on him and he was in a fist fight with his pooh bear. (for those of you who don't know his pooh bear is almost his size and has been his special animal since he was a baby) I yell to get his attention and told Aric that I had had enough it was past bedtime and if he couldn't settle down I would take pooh bear away. He never missed a beat but looked at me with some black attitude that I can not explain in his genealogy and did the whole black girl head thing as he, "Pooh Bear started it, he hit me in the face."
Do you have any idea how hard it is not to laugh when your beach blonde (and I do mean beach blonds as he has surfer hair naturally) little boy black attitude tattles on his stuff animal.
Maybe you had to be there.
