Tonight was one of those nights. It started with Keith sneaking into the apartment and eating half a stick of butter. He then moved on to drink the remaining (4-day old) Diet Rock Star on my scrapbooking table. Patrick and I enjoyed dinner, Keith refused to eat anything at all. He did beg for chips, maraschino cherries and chocolate covered oranges. all. night. long.
He climbed on the couch, he tried to break his brother's art project, he tried to destroy $100 worth of frames....he was behaviorally challenged all night.
Granted it wasn't a very long night. After five time-outs and forcibly removing BaaBaa, I turned on the football game (which I never do when Kevin isn't here). Keith laid on the floor in a stupor, happy and quiet (finally the BCS pays off!). Then he and his brother wrestled and chased each other for the rest of the evening. Great times! So long, farewell, good night.
BTW, "Ah man!" is Keith's response whenever he doesn't get his way. heh.
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