The consequences of not napping for a week (Jake’s choice, not mine) were setting in around dinnertime tonight. The following took place:
Jake: AGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!! (Noises occurring while throwing tantrum on kitchen floor. There was no apparent reason for this tantrum)
Mary: Good job, Drew! Yum yum sweet potatoes! (Ignoring tantrum)
Jake: AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!! (Insert several wall kicks with tennis shoes on. Hitting the wall. Stomping on ground. Screaming. All very 2 year old-esqe)
Mary: JACOB GARRETT ANDERLE. IF YOU KICK THAT WALL ONE MORE TIME, YOU WILL MAKE BABY JESUS AND SANTA VERY SAD. I WILL PERSONALLY TELL SANTA TO TURN THAT SLEIGH AROUND AND NOT GIVE YOU ANY CHRISTMAS PRESENTS. HE WILL GIVE ALL THE CHRISTMAS PRESENTS TO DREW.
What happened next folks, is no lie.
Jake: Ok Mommy. (Walks to chair, sits down, and puts a fish stick in his mouth).
I’m not sure what is worse. The fact that I implied Baby Jesus and Santa Claus as a team or the fact that he apparently understood the threat of no presents.
Things can only look up from here…right?