I want it. I want it. I want it. I want it. I want it.

The title says what I heard from 6:30 this morning until a little after 7:30 this morning. Add a little whine to it and you've got it down pat. The item being desired was a Gameboy, the person desiring it was Josh and the person listening to the relentless chant was ME.

I had just read the day before where the "Super Nanny" from tv suggested repeating the whine back at the child. Yeah. It became apparent to me that after following her first suggestion, I should have also read on to see what she suggested to do after the child reacts to you immitating them. The phrase "bitch fit" is about all I can say. Holy Moses. The fact that Josh is still breathing and that I didn't run myself off the road this morning is just proof that there is such a thing as a modern day miracle.

I called Dustin when I turned onto East Post Road so that I could share some of the love I was receiving from his son. I held the phone out so he could clearly hear his son, he just laughed and said, "Uh, how'd the morning go?" You can imagine my response.

The whole reason Josh was so cranky this morning and had his Gameboy taken away from him was that he screamed and cried from 9:30 pm to past 11:00 for a popsicle. And instead of whining "I want it" it was "I want a pa-sicle". A phrase which is no less annoying and even more so given the time of day.

I have a rule. I will tell him once. I will tell him again since he probably couldn't hear me over his own screaming. I will even tell him a third time. But after that....he's used his three wishes. So I went back to bed and listened to my dear husband toss and turn and moan something about his lack of sleep and that we should all have to get up at 3 (when he gets up).

I didn't care to hear his rant and turned over so that my plethora of pillows built a small wall between his mouth and my ear. This morning was my punishment. Damn karma.