I closed the garage door.
He had a spat with Jackson about the Strolling Bowling game. (See the awesome retro commercial)
I wouldn't let him sit in the '66 Mustang (which was on the street at the time).
Again, I wouldn't let him sit in the '66 Mustang (which was on the street at the time).
I shut the front door.
I wiped his face.
He was told he couldn't have more goldfish.
It was naptime. (This happens every day and drives Darren nuts.)
He was told it wasn't okay to pound on the computer keyboard.
I put the shoe bins out of reach.
He was told he couldn't stand on the kitchen chair to destroy the Lego Death Star.
It was bedtime. (Again, happens every day to Darren's dismay.)
|This was Matthew crying during time-out during our trip to the lake.|
It is rare we can capture Matthew crying in pictures,
because like Pavlov's dogs, he usually smiles as soon as a camera comes out.