I couldn't possibly make this sh*t up.

My wild thing

Yep. Tonight he roared his terrible roar and gnashed his terrible teeth and rolled his terrible eyes and then for good measure waved his terrible claws. All directed at me. You see, I was away last night and Jack still has a problem being Mom-free for even a day. He loves being with Dad. They have a lot of fun, but he still gets me back for leaving.

Jack: I’m SO glad you weren’t here yesterday to tell me to get ready for Tae Kwon Do. Daddy did it.

me: Oh good, I’m glad you went to class. Can you go ahead and —

Jack: (interrupting) AND you don’t need to tell me what to do because I already KNOW what to do! So, WHATEVER!!!

me: And the first time out of the evening begins now. Ding Ding.

After 3 or so time outs (they kept getting extended when he would randomly yell “shut up” to me…sighhhh!) we finally made it upstairs to get ready for bed. Jack had, in the span of about 20 minutes or so, lost 2 of his 3 bedtime stories and video privileges for tomorrow. He’s that good! Er, bad…

me: What book would you like to read. It has to be a short one, we’ve sort of run out of time with all the antics downstairs.

Jack: (grabs his blanket, wraps himself up and growls) Here, read this…

me: Oh, Where the Wild Things Are. VERY appropriate don’t you think?

Jack: Why?

me: Really? Don’t I have the most wild thing of all sitting on my lap?

Jack: (grunts and rubs his furry belly) I’m not wild!

me: Ha.

Jack: And just one other thing. You completely emptied my bucket tonight Mom.

me: (with a snort) Yeah, mine’s overflowing over here.

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