no. truck shirt.

i was getting quentin dressed for church on sunday and was looking for a nicer shirt in his drawer. i pulled out a respectable polo shirt and he looked at me defiantly and said, "no. truck shirt." he then started pulling shirts from the drawer and throwing all non-truck shirts to the floor. thankfully for me, there was a lone truck shirt lurking at the back of the drawer, saving me from the otherwise inevitable toy-throwing, sister-hitting meltdown. this was the first time he has ever expressed any interest in the selection of his outfit. the look on his face in this pic is one we are all to familiar with these days. it's the "on the verge of a tantrum from hell" look. we see it several dozen times a day. i think his teeth are really bothering him because he does say, "hurt" from time to time. but in general we have reached the dark depths of the terrible twos. man they are terrible. quentin can be altogether unbearable. thankfully, he's still cute.