This'll Teach Me to Get My Facts Straight

This morning Liam didn't want to leave the house. Again. He seemed a bit healthier and was loaded for bear with Motrin. I was determined that we would in fact go to music class, despite his insistence to the contrary. After several rounds of my suggesting we go, and Baby Duck saying "NO!", Liam gave up on language and instead threw his plate of breakfast and his drink across the kitchen.

(Finally we reached a compromise in which he agreed to go for a car ride that happened to end up at music class. And a good time was had by all. And the day went quite well after a rough start. Whew!)

I was recalling the events of the morning for Kevin tonight, and I told him that Liam had thrown a glass of orange juice across the kitchen.

Kevin: "Liam?"

Liam: "Baby Duck!"

Kevin: "OK. Did you throw a glass of orange juice across the kitchen?"

Liam (face screwed up with indignation): "NO! It was a sippy cup!"

At least we are in agreement on the general theme, if not the particulars.