Funny from Gabriel

Last night, I was sacked.  So, so tired.  The amazing baby who never sleeps is getting the best of me, I fear.  That, and my own body's inability to sleep longer than three hours at a time. I didn't feel like cooking, so I just heated leftovers.  Gabe was the recepient of spaghetti with alfredo sauce, green beans and chocolate milk, with apple slices.  He ate the beans and apples, drank a glass of milk, and got up from the table.  I was already up and cleaning, so I didn't take much notice of it.  After about 30 minutes, I cleared his place.  He went bonkers. After much pleading and many tears, I deigned to give him back his dinner, and another cup of milk.  But no dessert.  THEN the tears started in earnest.

"I waaannnntttt dessert!  Want it!  Want it!  Want ittttttttt!!"

Deep breath.  Remember what the books say, don't lose your temper.  Be the adult.  Let him be the child.

"Nope, not tonight.  Eat your dinner."

"No! No! No!!!  I want dessert, and I want it now!!!!!!"

I looked over in time to see his head spin 360 degrees, and flames shoot from his mouth.  Ok, time for bed. I took his dinner, and moved him to the stairs.

"I hate you!  I hate you!  You are the meanest mommy ever!"

Nothing new - I've heard THAT before. We went upstairs, and I attempted to remove his clothes.  He grabbed and held on for all he was worth, but he was crying too hard to be very successful. 

"I want my chocolate milk!  I want my dinner!  I want my milk!"

Yeah, and I want a glass of wine.  Get over it - neither of us are getting what we want right now, buddy boy.

"I'm going to do my prayers tonight, and I'm going to ask God to make you into a baby, and make me into an adult!  Then I can go downstairs and drink all my milk!"

WHERE does he come up with this stuff?