After a great late afternoon outing at Thursdays on 1st, a local outdoor market for regional artists and restaurants and such, we get home to discover that Noah has apparently left his manners and "listening ears" on 1st St:
I told him if he jumped off the chair one more time he would lose his movie privilege tonight...tonight we are watching NO movies.
I told him that if he threw his lego spaceship across the room, he would go straight to bed...the spaceship went flying and Noah took off like a torpedo. When I finally caught the little tornado, he thanked me with a nice, hard stomp on my bare foot with his tennis shoe clad foot.
Ah, parenthood...