It is our early morning. I have to get the oldest two to school early so I have to take the 3 year old with me which means I have to get him up early. Way too early for him.
He decided to pitch a fit. He screamed the entire time I was changing his diaper and he fought me getting him dressed. He kicked, he rolled, he balled up, he pulled away. At one point he got ahold of the underneath of his bed and he pulled himself under his bed.
The battle was epic. I won.
The Letter S is for his screaming - the # 3 is for his age and for the number he falls in the child ranking - he's the 3rd and my youngest.