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I'm getting tired of quarreling with Azad. You'd think picking a fight with a two year old boy is difficult.. Well think again.

Usually it'll start with him refusing to let me put clothes on him. I persist. He screams. He runs away. I give chase. I get tired of chasing. Manages to catch him. Tries to get his head through the shirt. He screams, struggles, and runs away. Again. I raise my voice. He gets mad. He screams at me. I scream back. He picks up a toy and chucks it at my head. I get mad. I chuck the toy back at his head, but gently (!). He picks up a chair and tries to hit me with it. I grab the chair and throws it away. He pushes me. I push back, gently of course. Just enough to piss him off more. He screams again. The best one yet: he spits on me. Intentionally, yes. And so the law of the house dictates that I pinch his thigh, to discourage the spitting, you know. It's not working. -_-

I don't know where he learned the spitting habit from, I don't spit on anyone when I'm angry. Must've picked it up from watching TV.

The screaming, yes, I admit with great shame that I was the mentor. Adam memang selalu kena jerit. Oh well, Azad's too much like me. He's lucky I love him the most.