Hell Hath No Fury Like a Toddler in Time Out

Earlier this week, there was a thirty minute period where it seemed my oldest child was a bit possessed.  There was crying, there was screaming, there was growling (oh...I'm so not kidding), there might have even been a short time where banging on a door and kicking a metal air vent were involved.

And if I remember correctly, the whole thing started when Ryan and I refused him a bite of a donut before he ate his lunch.  Poor kid.  He's got such awful parents.

Oh...don't let that sweet face deceive you.