Punk

Some more pictures of that stinky boy. He ran around the house this morning throwing things and pulled out some of Lily's hair. I actually put him in a time out. He sat there with a smile on his face, like, ok, I'll sit here. As soon as I let him up, he picked something up and threw it. Such a punk! All he really wanted was more juice. Once I got it for him, he was happy again. Geeeeez, learn to talk already!