The turd-butt

So, this little turd-butt has found a new way to make his mom's blood boil.

You see, we have a fun, plastic green John Deere wagon that has removable yellow sides... Or maybe we used to?



He thinks it is fun to climb in it, and the scream/cry/holler at the top of his lungs, in another room, because it is not moving. As soon as someone starts pulling the wagon around, he immediately quits.

But, even if no one is in the room, suddenly I'll hear him start to cry, like he got his finger stuck in the closet or something, and I'll peek around the corner, and he is just sitting in his little green wagon, wondering why it isn't going anywhere. It was funny the first time. The second still got a chuckle out of me, but by the 57th time, I chucked the *@#$%* wagon out the window.