But behind those big blue eyes and dimpled grin, is a wicked little turkey. You think I jest? Last week, he locked his brother (his OLDER brother, mind you) in the clubhouse then took a perverse delight in squirting water at him through the window. He is a blonde hair, blue eyed devil even though he looks like quite the opposite.
It has been a rough couple of weeks with Mr. Tyrannical-Three-Year Old. He literally wants something and does not want something at the same time. Dealing with a 3-year old is how I imagine it would be to try and work with a mental patient. And sometimes after our encounters, I fear I am soon to become a mental patient. He will scream and whine and whine and whine over virtually ANYTHING (note, ANYTHING. "My popsicle is MELLLLLTING!! Mr. Do-Doo Bunny RAN AWAYYYYYY!!! I Spealed (spilled) water on my shirt and now I hafta CHAAAAAAAANGE IT!!!!!" and on and on and on. It is draining.
And then right when I think I can totally understand why certain species devour their young, he will do something breathtakingly sweet. And he will do it just to remind you of why you want to keep around, pepper him with kisses and hold him in your arms forever.
Turkey.
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