I really do feel bad for middle B. He has to watch as Big B goes off and does all sorts of cool things that he isn't able to do yet. I have been trying to be super fun this week to make up for Big B being gone. I think he has sensed it and has been trying to capitalize on my guilt. Today when we got back from drop off, Middle B declared he was going to have ice cream for breakfast. I'm not sure where it came from, maybe a commercial on tv, a dream? He was convinced if he was firm enough and the meltdown was big enough I would back down.
I didn't:) Off to time out he went.