The Spawn of Satan Returns!

I'm not really sure what happened!

I picked up my son from camp and we went out to get some dinner and he was an angel. People were compliment how well behaved my son was. How cute he was running back and forth hugging me and tell me how much he loved me.

"He's so good! I wish my boy was like that in public!"

I wish he was like that all the time!!

Because no word of a lie, about an hour later Ducky went from angel to demon. That kid from the the Exorcist was tame in comparison to my boy.

And why the change? Because I told him not to go to the basement because I just wanted to drop some laundry downstairs. Yeah, I know!

I miss the little baby boy who couldn't get enough of me. Who cried when someone would try to him from my arms. The boy who would hang off every word I say.

Now, the closest thing to affection is only if he wants something and I've diagnosed him with Selective Hearing. You know what it is, he only hears what sounds good to him.

This phase has got to end!

I miss my baby boy!