Alex is now actively not listening. Super duper. Sometimes he even looks me right in the eye and does whatever it is I have told him not to do. So infuriating. He is however quickly learning the definition of consequences.
Sunday evening, he was running around with a Push-Up Pop. I had told him he could have it, but he had to sit with me while he ate it in an effort to save my parents' white living room carpet while simultaneously not missing the Packer game. For a short time, he agreed to this arrangement. And then the sugar hit his blood stream and he took off. I went after him and told him twice if he didn't sit with me I was going to take the Push-Up away. Both times he ran away even faster. I would have only told him once before taking it away, but I couldn't catch the little jerk. So, he got two warnings. And then I caught him by the back of his shirt. And I took the Push-Up and threw it in the garbage. My walk to the garbage can was set to the "Alex Throwing a Giant Fit" soundtrack. At which point, I explained to him that had he listened to the instructions I had given him, he would not be in this predicament. His response? "I want to listen now!"
Too late sucker.
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