It can all be traced back to this one moment

The boy had his first victory since he's decided to be a wee contrarian.

He goes to class with Poppa on Wednesday afternoons. Or rather he did until yesterday. He said no, he cried, said no again and got away with it. Poppa ended up leaving Spencer with our nanny and off they went to the park. Two adults got bowled over by one tiny munchkin. When we look back and wonder when we completely lost control, this will be the moment we can pinpoint.

It is great because we can blame Poppa and our nanny. I'm not sure who we can blame for the fact that we can't get him to stop hitting no matter what we do. He's got it down. He hits, then rubs where he hit you saying "niiiiiice" not unlike Borat. It is kind of hilarious, except for the hitting part. That's not funny at all. But the Borat part? Funny as hell -- that alone is worth getting struck.

He's almost two and we're in big trouble!