I’m not sure where he gets it, but Eli can be both stubborn and vindictive. He’s so Southern that way. Last night he sat over a wooden cut-out puzzle, slowly removing pieces and trying to fit them back into place. This proved to be immensely frustrating for him, because in his opinion each piece belonged at a right angle to its original position. The puzzle, of course, disagreed. He sat there for a minute with one particularly resistant piece, straining to fit it back into place. Finally he crawled over to the trash can and dropped it inside.
Way to show that toy who’s boss, son.
