Don’t spit

Huck was on fire tonight. He was doing his best to be his worst. Actively trying to mess with me, and ruin my night. And when that little devil puts his mind to something, he can usually succeed.
He began the night by attacking Tom, scratching him right under the eye.

Why?

Reasonable question. The reason was, there was no reason.

I might not be the best parent in the world. But it is my opinion that a one and a half-year old should know not to physically harm his brother. He should be held accountable for his actions. Therefore, he received a short timeout.

Unfortunately, he served it willingly. When asked if he wanted to go back into timeout, he looked me dead in the eyes, and nodded his head. As only a toddler can, he basically told me he isn’t afraid of doing hard time.

I thought this was about spitting.

I’m getting there.

Can you hurry up?

Fine.

So, we reset the night. Huck is jumping on Tom. Tom is trying to watch his TV show (I already told you, award-winning father here). When out of nowhere, Huck begins spitting all over Tom, the couch, everywhere.

I politely reminded him, spitting was unacceptable behavior.

We’ve already established, this boy is a hardened criminal. Rules do not apply to him.

He met my eyes. And spit directly at me.

I informed him, in a much louder tone, spitting was unacceptable.

He hopped off the couch.

So you won?

That wouldn’t make much of a story, would it?

He made his way over to my shoes. Bent over them, and began spitting in them.