I'm not a crab!

So Genius has camp all this week, little Bruiser does not. That means that I must take Bruiser on every single errand. That's ok, most of the time he's a good kid.

But not today! Genius teased and pressed his buttons all morning until Bruiser punched him in the stomach, I am not kidding. But then Bruiser was in a bad mood. I left him in the drop-in daycare so I could work out at the gym. When I came back, they told me this toddler colored on his picture and he smacked him. OOH my. Bad mood. Bruiser's eyes were all red and tears welled up and poured over his lower lashes. "He he...h hh he colored ON MY PICTURE FOR YOU!" Ok so why didn't they just give him another piece of paper? So while I was standing at the coloring table, FINALLY one of the ladies brought him another piece of paper. He traced and colored an airplane, and then cut it out by himself? WTF? When did he learn to use scissors? He cannot grow up, sry.

Anyway, I bribed him into a good mood by telling him we were going to the craft store. I don't think he heard me correctly, because he told everyone,"Hey, we're going to the CRAP store!" OMG ok, so in the car and away from the public, I explained and spelled the word "craft" for him.

A few minutes go by, and he says,"Mommy, we're going to the CRAB store!" So I asked him, are you a crab? He says,"No Mommy, I am not a crab 'cause I don't have a shell."