But these photos were taken in between a massive string of gigantic and enormous fits thrown by Q. He couldn't compromise on the color of a bouncy ball at the store. He didn't want a movie from Redbox. He didn't want Dennis to hold the movie. He didn't want anyone to hold the movie. He didn't want to look at the bacon aisle. He didn't want to hold still and not be a maniac. He wanted the orange Goldfish. Then he wanted S'mores Goldfish and didn't want the orange Goldfish. He didn't want to compromise on the ball color and was still mad about it twenty minutes later. He didn't want to get the mini pepperoni.
But for some unknown reason, he let go of his petty complaints with life, set aside his unrealistic beefs, put away his endless arguments...and was silly and happy with Dennis for a few moments during our walk after our (taxing) trip to the store. And then it was directly back to resuming the fit when Dennis dared to ride his bike in front.
Needless to say, he fell asleep about three seconds upon arriving home and settling on the couch. And was snoring quickly thereafter. He must have been plumb tuckered out indeed. Plumb tuckered out. I am a firm believer that the threes are more terrible than the twos.
Plus lately he seems to be wearing the same shirt when I take his picture. Strange how that happens.