Life with Zaber...

I'm relaxing on the couch while BD is in the kitchen cooking (you know where he belongs)
Zaber is in the kitchen painting with his water colors
All of a sudden this is what I hear

BD:"Zaber- what, seriously?!? AGAIN?!?! You did it AGAIN?!?!"
Zaber: "I was thirsty Daddy"
BD: "That's it, you're not allowed to use your paints, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP DRINKING THE WATER IT'S NASTY"

I start giggling uncontrollably because apparently this has happened on more than one occasion.

Zaber comes in the living room with a big smile on his face... that is stand by the blackish brownish stain of paint water.....

I asked BD later "so how many times has he done this?" he sighs and says "Like 3 or 4 fucking times, seriously WTF is wrong with our kid?"
LMFAO

Earlier in the day I went temporarily insane and took Zaber to the grocery store with me. He was being an asshole as usual. So I had threatened him a couple times... On the way home he pipes up from the backseat.
"Mom, if you drive me nuts ONE more time I'm going to kick your ass, do you understand me?!?!" Looks like I'm screwed already this year for my Mother of the Year award. Dammit!