Just wait...

Mostly what I came to say is that I cannot hear one more word about how much worse 3 is than 2 because, y'all, we haven't even made it to two yet.  

When I think about it getting worse than it is now, I break out into hives and fantasize about an extended vacation that only ends when I get a phone call saying, "he's human again, it's safe to come home."

The very worst part about it was that no one believed me.  Basically, they looked at me sideways with their mouths agape when I tried to convey what a little terror he had become.  I'm pretty sure that all the people who see him on the regular thought I was being a total drama queen because, "he's such a good kid."

Lies.

You know that mom you see carrying a kicking, screaming child out of a store because said child is just done shopping and you think thank the good Lord above we got in a nap today and that isn't my child embarrassing me and making me want to cry and go to the bookstore and buy out the parenting section because clearly I SUCK at it?  

That was this mom on Sunday when Silas threw a wall-eyed fit in Garden Ridge.

But you know what?  I didn't care because there were finally witnesses: my mom (Nana) and my aunt (Auntie-Maw).

After I had ensconced him in his carseat and gotten most of the snot and slobber and tears mopped up and they had paid for all their purchases and mine and made it back to the car, there was a lot of "he never acts like that!" talk.  

Um, yes he does.  Every day, thanks.

He's just super awesome at playing perfect-angel-pretend for anyone but his dear, sweet mother.  So, you know.  I'm not crazy like you thought.  He's just been pulling the wool over your eyes.

Wait, there's more.

Yesterday, the babysitter was trying to get some things done and Silas was right there in the mix, but they weren't doing whatever it was he wanted to do, and so he turned into "YOU WILL GIVE ME YOUR UNDIVIDED ATTENTION RIGHT NOW OR I WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING I CAN REACH" crazy baby and I received a text message that said something like, "now I see what you've been going through."

All I have to say is, "I told you so."

Because I'm a bitch like that.

And vindication is sweet.

He's totally going to outgrow this, right?  Right?!  RIGHT?!?!?!

Don't even answer me.  I already know.

"Just wait until he turns three."