I wonder what would happen if I called Child Protective Services on myself? I think little kid is in danger.
He poured clear nail polish in the bath tub yesterday, applied lipstick to his cheeks, and pooped on the floor in his room and this morning (before 8:00 a.m.) he poured a box of cereal onto the kitchen floor and tore up a game of Bunco.
Time outs don't mean shit to him. He got a spanking (yeah, call the cops--please) after the clear nail polish incident and he thought that was funny too. I watch him like a hawk, but the second I have to go to the bathroom or turn my back, he is immediately into stuff.
I understand why mothers eat their young. I'm surprised more two year olds don't get eaten.