Today Joey is in rare form. He and his sisters aren't feeling well, and I feel like they are all competing for my attention. He has already scribbled all over the dining room table cloth, the computer screen, and made a complete wreck of the living room. And it's not even 10:30.
As he was climbing up into my desk chair to get into more mischief, I sternly said "No, Joey. Get down from there." He turned, looked at me, and replied, "I go here. Don't tell me no, Mom." WHAT?!?!? Don't tell me no? EXCUSE ME? Ugh, it's going to be a loooooong day. (hopefully accompanied by a loooooooong nap!)