Well he’s spent four days at Grandma’s, hitting, kicking, punching, buying, and satisfying every ego impulse he’s ever had.
Today I had to fight to get him to eat lunch, and SIT whilst doing it. I won, but it was a brutal battle.
I nipped the hitting pretty good. He tried whomping me this morning and I put my foot down so he knows not to. The true sign was at the playland (it’s raining) this morning. He tried to peel another childs fingers off his Volcano.
Then I’m pretty sure he mowed over another child while I was running to catch up with him. Then he slid down the slide RIGHT into a little girl. I picked him up, and said, “Grant tell her you’re sorry you hit her.”
“NOOOO!”
We moved over to the side.
“Grant Washington, you have to be respectful of other peoples bodies. It’s hurts when you do that, and it’s not okay to hurt the things that God has made. When you do that you say your sorry. If you can’t act appropriately we are going home NOW. Comprende?”
“Yes Momma.” Sad face.
Off he runs, and was GOOD THE REST OF THE TIME. He knew I was watching, and THOUGHT about things before he did them.
Oh Lord I almost fainted. :) But it’s always temporary.
Now he’s been down for at least a half hour, and is screaming after I laid him down. I wonder sometimes if it’s worth it, but then I remember him RUNNING towards the elevator, Grandpa’s hand in his yelling, “BYE!” at me. I think it is.
Now, I just must remember that. 
*Good Momma.