Last night, I was putting DJ to bed.  He was so mad at me because I wouldn't let him have a treat before bed.  Why?  I called him in at 7:30 to have one but he was just TOO busy playing his Gamecube.  When I told him it was lights out at 8, he was mad.  My motto is, "You snooze, you lose." 

He's in bed and he tells me he wants a new mommy because I'm mean.  I told him to get up and get dressed.  He gets dressed.  Then he asks me where we're going.  I told him I was taking him to see his new mommy.  My brave little boy says, "Good."  I put on my shoes, my jacket and grabbed my purse.  I looked at DJ, shoeless, sockless and told him to put on his shoes and socks. 

His lower lip started quivering.  "But, Mom, I was only (sniff, sniff) joking."

Yes, I'll be paying for the therapy.