Late yesterday I decided to start calling Cooper (who is still sick) by the name of Aretha. Why? Because he's become a diva. He's making completely irrational demands...yesterday he repeatedly screamed 'milk' at me while we were driving in the car. I tried to explain to him that we didn't keep a small refridgerator in the car on the off chance that he might want some milk. So we drove around until we found milk. This morning at 5:30 he rolled over and screamed 'TV' at me until I turned one on. When he didn't like the programming options we had to move to the room with the DVR. He hasn't really been eating so this morning when he smacked me and yelled 'oatmeal' I hopped to it. While the water was boiling he kept bringing in pairs of shorts and screaming until I put them on and took them off. When the oatmeal was done I put him in his chair only to discover that he no longer wanted oatmeal, he wanted yogurt. Aretha is now coloring on the hardwood floors.
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