I don't like that cup

Since I had Justin's doctor appointment yesterday, Mom picked up all three boys at daycare, meet me at the doctor's and then took them home with her. I go over last night to pick them up. When we get to the end of the lane, I ask Darren if wants to turn and go past Rich's house or turn and go past great-grandma's house. He chooses to go past great-grandma's. Nathan threw the ultimate buck because he wanted to pick. I told him that he could pick at the next intersection. Nathan started carrying on like a crazy man and saying that he didn't like me (at least he didn't say he hated me this time). He was being extremely disrespectful. When we got to the next intersection where a choice could be made, he said that he wanted to turn around and go the other way. I explained that wasn't possible and told Darren to choose since he was behaving. Darren choose to turn and Nathan went crazy again. Because Nathan is being so loud, it is scaring Justin and he is crying a little bit. At the next intersection, I told Darren to decided if we should go straight or turn. Nathan again threw a fit and I told him that he wasn't allowed to watch his shows when we got home.

Nathan goes into the house and is acting like a big baby. He immediately turns the TV on and I walk into the living room and shut it off. I get Justin out of his car seat, and I see that Nathan has the TV on again. I shut it off and take the remotes with me. I start to unload the dishwasher and go to see if he has the TV on again. He does and I tell him that if he turns the TV on again, or gets a smart mouth with me that he is getting a drink of hot sauce. I continue to unload the dishwasher (Bruce isn't home and Darren is playing) when I hear the TV on again. I go charging into the living room, shut the TV off and forcefully drag him into the kitchen. Darren is starting to cry because he does not want Nathan to have a drink of hot sauce and Nathan is crying and doing everything he can to prevent me from dragging him. I lay him on the floor, straddle his chest and put a glug or two of hot sauce in his mouth. He gets up and is getting ready to spit it out on the floor. I tell him that if he spits the stuff on the floor, he is going to get another round of hot sauce. He goes to the sink and is spitting, crying and taking the wash clothe to clean the inside of his mouth out. I grab a cup and pour a glass of milk because I have always heard that milk helps eliminate the burning.

I tell Nathan that the cup is on the stove and he says he won't drink it because, and I quote, "I don't like that color." I guess he would rather suffer a burning mouth than drink out of a yellow cup. Damn kid is stubborn just like his Mom!