Something blog worthy....

Today I caught a glimpse of Corbin's teenage years.

Around 10:30 he came to ask me for a pop. I told him we didn't have any (and we didn't) and he started his usual pathetic whining. I told him to go look in the fridge if he didn't believe me.

So he goes to look. Next thing I hear is the fridge door closing, stomping feet (echoes really bad on hardwood floors), & a bedroom door slam. He pouted in his room for an hour.

The boy is 4. What is he going to do when he's 13?!?

The positive part (I am forever optimistic), Chloe slept through it all.