Sometimes it's tough being 2 1/2. Evidently, you don't get the respect you think you deserve, so you look for a patsy.
This afternoon Hambone and I found Hamslice in the kitchen, bossing around our terra cotta chicken. He was sitting on his zebra scooter, pointing his finger and commanding the following:
"You go to bed right now or I'll close the door"
"Don't make me mad"
"When I get mad, I get scary"
and so on. It was so adorable, but kind of a reminder of what jerks we can be as parents too. Humbling, really.