Yesterday when I came home, Turner told me he wanted some milk. I grabbed a cup from the fridge that had a little left in it and handed it to him. He pushed it back towards me and said, "No. I want it filled up." Seriously?
Last night I was trying to get him to brush his teeth instead of chewing on the brush and sucking all of the fruit flavored toothpaste off. I kept trying to do it for him, but he kept snatching the toothbrush and reminding me that it was his and he would do it. I started counting to three so he'd know he was about to get a spanking if he didn't stop, but he covered my mouth and said, "Stop. Don't say 1, 2, 3. It's a bad word!" What? Where did that come from?
To top it all off...when Turner was in bed with ALL of his toys, we heard him over the monitor tell one of them that it was getting a spanking. Then, he told the toy to say it was sorry and to "go mmmwah!"
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