Oh Tuna. Even when we are trying to help Sissy go to bed, it turns into a comedy.
We put Syd in her bed, and were getting her feeding tube all situated. He dropped a can on his foot, and the following is the transcript:
Timmy: OW OW OW OW owowowowowowowwow!! Stupid can!
Me: you are fine Timmy. Shake it off.
Timmy: NO! OW OW OW!
Me: Well, tell that can, that its not nice to fall on your foot.
Timmy: (picking up the can) How do you like this can? (throws it across the room) Who's the kid now? Huh?
Me: You tell that can Timmy!
Timmy: (picking up can) Seee, I'm gonna punch you in the face you can!
Me: Hmmm, ok, thats enough beating the can, plus I need it now.
He was seriously SO mad at the can. He sure let it know who was boss.
