Dalton was acting out a little (ok, a lot) on the way home tonight. Amongst other rants, he threatened to throw his lemonade on the floor. He was upset because I would not reach back there and get it while driving on the interstate. For some reason totally unknown to me, he kept refusing to just sit the cup in his cup holder. Anyway, I told him that he would be in a lot of trouble if he threw it on the floor. He did hold onto it (never gave in and put it in the cup holder) until we got to our exit and it was safer for me to reach and get it. He was really quiet for a couple of blocks and then told me said, "Mom, I'm sorry I had a bad attitude." I told him what a big boy thing that was to say.

He's growing up way too fast.