Grumpy Gut
ByI get this look about 100 times a day:
This is Big J and he’s 3.5 years old. While 3 is oh-so-much better than 2, it’s just another year of round after round of the Battle of the Wills. Big J and I are both “strong-willed children” but my will as a child doesn’t hold a candle to his. When things don’t go his way, which is like every other second, he gives me the evil grumpy look after he’s done screaming about things a little bit. He wants to get right in my face so he can shoot daggers directly into my eyeballs, and when I won’t look at him it infuriates him! He then yells, “it is not in porn!!!!!!” This is his warped imitation of me saying “it is not important.”
This is who he really is, when he’s not demon-possessed:
When the demons go to sleep, my sweet boy comes back. This is really who he is, and I’m looking forward to the day when we see this boy a little more often. It will be soon. Right?
