This afternoon I got a taste of what I like to now call "Napoleon Behavior". Gilly threw a royal tantrum because his lunch was not made to his liking (it didn't have enough tomato juice in it or something silly like that). Well as he was going about in his rage (we won't go into detail about his rage) he picked up his cap gun and pointed it at me AND (this is the part that got me into a rage) pulled the trigger! What? So I marched over and snapped the gun in two pieces and threw it away. WARNING: This is what happens when you point your gun at your mom:
(okay, was this to harsh? I'm feeling like the Bully Mom. Especially because after 15minutes in his room he came out and said...."Mom, I still loof you". He then walked over to the garbage can to see his broken gun and quietly returned to his room. Yup, I'm feeling the Bully)

