First the 2 year old SCREAMS, BEGS, PLEADS for a snack. The loving, wonderful, patient mother obliged by making him a deliciously fresh fruit salad.
Here the 2 year old proudly displays the fruit salad (i.e. LOVE) that his mother made for him.
Next, the 2 year old sets the bowl on the floor with a very wide smirk on his face. The mother smiles back with pride. She thinks to herself, "Ahhh he loves me and my fruit salad!" 
Suddenly the 2 yr old STOMPS on the bowl of fruit salad sending it flying around the room. Pieces of "love" sticking to the ceiling and walls. The blueberries are nowhere to be seen (those suckers can get some air)
The 2 yr old glues himself to a corner of the room admiring his work. The mother is not pleased. 
The 2 yr old is put into time-out, where it appears he is using this time for relaxation instead of thinking about the consequences of his actions.
After time-out (aka his cat nap) the 2 yr old lands himself the job of cleaning up his mess. It appears it's a jolly good time. The mother feels defeated, again. 
The mother seeks revenge and sentences the 2 yr old. She demanded "You will clean this house from top to bottom young man!" Ah ha, the 2 yr old is the one who seems to be defeated this time!
The 2 yr old was last seen washing blinds with a floor mop. He surely has a long way to go.
The mother seeks revenge and sentences the 2 yr old. She demanded "You will clean this house from top to bottom young man!" Ah ha, the 2 yr old is the one who seems to be defeated this time!
The 2 yr old was last seen washing blinds with a floor mop. He surely has a long way to go.
The End.
