my way (or the highway)

quentin is definitely exerting his independence. in addition to demanding to wear a truck shirt every day (and he is picky about which truck shirts are acceptable) he is making his preferences known on other pressing matters. he is very selective about which place mat he uses for dinner. the other day i asked him which one he wanted and he said, "miterman" (spiderman, naturally.) i pulled out a spidey mat and he defiantly said, "no. blue miterman." he has two - red and blue - and i tried to give him the red. tonight he wanted yogurt, but only if it was pink. he wanted to play with the blue flashlight but not the red one i gave him. and he also wanted to wear his snazzy new rain "boops" to bed. i didn't think that was such a great idea. he is also cracking me up these days, as his verbal skills get better and better. i took both kiddos to the baby gym yesterday and as i was loading them into the car to go there, Q made a dash for the road. our road is pretty busy for such a sleepy little town and people drive like maniacs. i grabbed him and screamed at him, mostly because he scared the crap out of me. realizing that i scared him just as much with how loud i yelled, i told him that he scared me and i didn't want him to get hurt. he knew i was angry and for the entire car ride to the gym he repeated over and over, "momma mad. no road. hurt." oh, and as we drove past the big bullseye today, he demanded we go to "gargit." i have created a monster.