Sign of Things to Come

This morning, Bennett gave us a peek into our world dealing with him when he's a teenager.

As is standard protocol around this house on a school day (aka "hoo day Rah Rah"), I came downstairs and made him a sippy cup of chocolate milk. He was kind of dragging around, slow to get up this morning, so I just put it on the counter. Turns out, after he came downstairs with the kids, he quietly went back upstairs and laid in his bed.

On my way up to take a shower, I delivered his milk. He said NO, he didn't want the cup of milk. I left it on the floor by his bed, much to his protest.

Seconds later, from my room, I hear his door slam! I look down the hallway and see that he threw the cup out into the hallway (it was laying on its side), and went back in his room to lay down!!