Since becoming a father, I've heard much about a certain child-rearing phenomenon. The:
Spend-A-Week-On-Vacation-Or-With-The-Grandparents-Or-With-Other-Family-Members-Who-By-No-Fault -Of-Their-Own-Give-Wonderful-Attention-T0-Your-Child-And-After-It's-All-Over-Your-Child-Becomes-A-Perfect-Pain-In-The-#@& Phenomenon.
Or, more simply, SAWOVOWTGOWOFMWBNFOTOGWATYCAAIAOYCBALPIT#.
Wow! I'd heard stories, but never before has the devil himself sent flames of torture from my son's mouth every time an Oatio is not placed correctly on his high chair tray.
I know a significant factor in all of this was the extreme illness he's coming off of. An illness that required near constant holding in an effort to comfort. But with the perfect manipulation he is now showing in his attempts to rule our home, I'm starting to wonder if he didn't catch a showing of "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" on cable before we left town and stuck a hot water bottle in his pants before it was time to take his temperature.
SAWOVOWTGOWOFMWBNFOTOGWATYCAAIAOYCBALPIT#. No good.
Note: I know I used this photo on an earlier post, but that's because I had it sitting around and wanted to post it and was looking for a reason to do so. Who knew that NOW I would have a legitimate reason.