This morning, we were supposed to go sledding, but Gideon was awfully unhappy. He got upset at something, then, in a tantrum, threw himself on his back, landing his head on my 4 lb weights next to the couch. He was fine, but the day went downhill from there. Every time I tried to call my SIL to tell her we couldn't make it, he was angry again and he's quite loud when he's angry.
So, I dosed him with Tylenol (are his teeth hurting? Is this just a phase? Nothing seems to be wrong besides everything in the whole wide world, according to Mr. Grumpy McGrumpypants.), nursed him extra, and prayed for this moment.