Noah was just woken up from his nap by my oldest, Connor. We were playing Call of Duty together and Connor insisted that his controller wasn't working and proceeded to throw a mini-tantrum about it. This rebellious act disturbed Noah's sleep who then decided to demand some cereal. . . that I don't have.
He will not be consoled and, at the very moment I am writing is, he is screaming from his bed. I am amazed that I am able to even blog about this without smashing the key board into my face and jabbing spoons into my ear. To make things even better, Connor continues to throw his pouting fit about having caused the whole situation.
Yay for parenting!