Wanted: Treadmill

Zane is going through a bit of a “control” phase right now. There’s a lot of “I won!” and “You lost!” and “You were wrong” or “You made a mistake” going on. Also great periods of tears because the gloves, for example, need to be put on in the house and we need to drive back home to do that. Never mind that you couldn’t get him to actually put them on when he WAS back at the house in the first place.

Me, I try to tire him out more…