We have a Max.
We also have a sweet little nephew Max, but not that kind of Max.
The Max that cause trouble of one kind or another...
And was sent to bed without his supper.
No.2 was a bit too lippy and a bit too rough for a bit too long yesterday, and was sent to bed without supper for the first, and hopefully last, time. I never understood that consequence, but I'll admit, in the heat of it, it sounded pretty darn permissable. He became king of his transformed bedroom to his monsters within...then just like the real story goes, found that world pointless and did get to later come out and enjoy the last part of the evening (and a cold supper) with us.
This sweet photo of him 3 years ago is kept close by for when I need reminding that he's not always wiggling with intense explosive energy.
So even though it's a Monday, we are praying for a more peaceful day.
Happy Wild Thing Monday to you! But not too wild...