A couple of hours ago Adam lost the good mood he woke up in and turned in to a total crab. Nothing would make him happy. He wanted to put his shirt on and I wasn’t allowed to help. Then he got his arm stuck and had a fit because I wasn’t helping. He wanted water, but not in the cup I gave him, he wanted it in a different cup (same style, just a different color). He didn’t want me to hang his shirts in his closet and kept saying “no hanger” and pulling them off.

I was pretty frustrated and asked him (in what I will admit was a very exasperated tone) what his problem was. He pointed and said, “ouch mouth.”

Sure enough, right on schedule, the first of his two-year-molars has broken through. Poor kid.