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Henry was a holy stinkin' terror yesterday. Wouldn't listen to me. Did the opposite of everything I would ask him to. By the end of the day, my patience was entirely gone. Actually, by naptime my patience was gone. Dave offered to put him to bed but by that point I wanted to see the whole ordeal all the way to the bitter end. No way was I going to lose out on the satisfaction that closing the door on him for the rest of the night would bring. Sounds terrible, doesn't it? Some days are like that though.

Yesterday morning, I watched my friend's kid during playgroup and then brought him home with us afterward. It couldn't have happened on a better day because at least one member of the 3-and-under-set was listening to me and doing what I asked, on top of being an all around pleasant kid.

This morning I took a deep breath, opened the door to his room to get him up, and sure enough Henry was pushing limits right away. This time, though, I immediately plopped him on a chair and left him to stew for approximately five minutes, no second chances. Within three minutes he was right back on the chair. Since the second time-out, he's been pretty good. Right now he's blissfully snoozing away upstairs. Lucky kid.