After a very long day full of annoyances and disappointments, Marcus was rather cranky. He and Becca got into a row over toys, and I sent them both downstairs to undress for their bath--only by then, Marcus was so grumpy that he didn't want a bath.
"No! I do not want a bath! I want to go to bed dirty," he screamed as I carried him down the stairs. Not taking a bath was out of the question, as in the course of the afternoon he had played in the muddy backyard until it began raining again.
"No! I hate getting wet! I want my clothes on! You are a bad mother!," he cried as I undressed him and lifted him (not a mean feat when he's throwing a tantrum) into the tub where Becca was already arranging shampoo bottles.
"No! No! No! No! No!," he fussed as I turned on the water.
"It is too hot! It is too cold! It is wet! I have soap in my eyes! I want a new mother!," he complained vociferously as I bathed him. Becca had no complaints.
"I want cavities! I hate clean teeth! Mmph mmmph mmph!," he screamed, even as he opened his mouth to let me brush his molars.
It was quite a tantrum, and it just kept getting sillier and more ridiculous as he went through his paces.