Awww, doesn't he look like an angel?

Well, please don't be fooled.

I'm not saying that he isn't sweet, but an angel he is not.

Why? You may ask.

Well, he dumped water on my head today while he was taking a bath and I was foolishly trying to get in some reading time while he was occupied.

Then he dumped ice water on my lap today because I told him, "No. You can't watch Phineas and Ferb right now."

He got time in the "Thinking Chair" for that one.

Then he dumped his cup of water on me at the table tonight because I was forcing him to take a bite of his dinner (which he has steadfastly refused to eat for the past two weeks).

"Wow, this lady needs to control her child," you must be thinking by this point. I know you're thinking it because I would be if I was reading this on someone else's blog.

But, it gets better.

Tonight, Porter was in the shower.

"Time to get out, it's Piper's turn."

"No." He states. Seriously, he doesn't cry, or scream.

"Buddy, do you want another round in the Thinking Chair?" I ask while trying to grab him. Unfortunately, PG has learned that if he positions himself in the far corner of the shower I can't grab him without risking getting wet myself.

Why not just turn off the water?

Yeah, I'm asking myself that right now too.

"No."

"Porter Grant Merrill," oh yeah, I pulled out the full-name-threat, "get out NOW."

He then turns, grinning I might add, and empties his apparently-full bladder onto me.

And that is how my day with my Terrific Two Year Old has gone.

Now this picture is more like the real Mr. Porter