Lil' Bit was overly exhausted from a day of playing with friends and running me in circles. He napped, just not long enough to avoid a case of the cranky-pants. When Handsome came home and we sat down for dinner, the Bit was in real fine form. He was full of No's and Uh-uh's and sass like I haven't seen since before he started talking. Handsome got tired of it real quick and sent Lil' Bit to timeout. There was one attempt at an early escape and that was promptly thwarted with a 2 minute timeout extension.
During that 2 minutes he proceeded to have the FIT.OF.THE.CENTURY. We heard blood curling screams, toys being thrown about and several head butts to the door.
We continued with dinner as though nothing was going on. I could sense Big Red was uncomfortable with what was happening around him and didn't quite know how to act. In between bites, he very sweetly and matter-of-factly said, "Momma, Dada... You're the Best Parents EVER."
Handsome and I broke out in hysterical laughter. Big Red cracked a confused smile and laughed along like he understood what was funny.
The Bit was granted parole and was very good company the rest of the evening. (Thank goodness)