Donovan's Escapade

Donovan's Escapade...LOL
Current mood: laughing

Ok,
so this morning I wake my adorable son up and he's all smiles.  Gives me lots of hugs.  We then proceeded to breakfast where Brian had made homemade biscuits.  Enter the Child from Hell, who decides he doesn't want biscuits and tells brian he wants waffle sticks.  Brian plays hardballl doing the whole "you'll eat what I give you" routine and everything went downhill from there.  He decides to throw the fit of a century so we just told him, "Fine, don't eat."  So then he runs and hides ten minutes before we should be leaving for school.  I go upstairs and get his shoes because he obviously wasn't getting them.  He tries to hide behind the tree and I finally get his shoes on.  He runs out the door screaming like a banshee saying, "I DIDN"T WANT BISCUITS!!"  I try to get him in the car where brian is waiting, looking at our son like he's an alien from outer space.  Dono then proceeds to run to the front yard.  I looked at him, looked at Brian in the car, laughed and saluted Brian before I went inside, locking the front door.  I start to howl with laughter as I see Brian try to psyche Donovan out by pretending to drive away, where Donovan just sits on the front porch pouting.  It gets even better when Brian backs up, and Donovan realizes he's going to get his ass kicked, and he tries to come back inside, only to find out I've locked the front door. So he's pounding the front door like a damn lunatic, and here comes brian out of the car.  I look out, and I see my husband chasing my five year old around the front yard who is STILL screaming, "I DIDN"T WANT BISCUITS!"  By this time i am totally laughing my ass off. Not only because my husband is chasing my son around the yard, but also because he can't CATCH my son.  The car door was open and Brian finally chased Donovan into the car.  I decide to prepare his kindegarden teacher by writing her a tip off email.  Well, then Brian walks back in the door and is covered in coffee.  I raise my eyebrow and he looks at me and says, "Your child is a total freakin nutbag! (insert the brooklyn accent when he gets pissed off) "He gets in the damn car, and starts TRASHING the car, throwing shit everywhere, he spills my damn coffee ALL over my brand new shirt, so I spanked his little ass, and as he gets out of the car he looks at me and says, "Bye Daddy, have a good day!"  What the hell is that all about?  Have a nice DAY?"  Your son has multiple personality disorder, you know that?"

So by this time I'm laughing so hard I can't even stand up straight.  Yup, thats my family.

Melissa