Yesterday was a fit of a day!
Marcus left us to find a "new Mom that was nicer to him."
He spent over an hour in 'time out' for the usual fighting and being annoying. I told him that I was trying to teach him a lesson, to be a better boy. But, no! He would have none of that. He yelled and screamed and tried telling me that I haven't ever taught him anything. I reminded him of a few things that (I know for sure) I have taught him. It wasn't good enough.
He stormed out of the house with 3 pairs of shorts on (for armor) and no shoes.
He made it 3 houses down only to return because he'd forgotten something. And then headed out again. He made it to the 3rd house down again and then turned around. By this point Charlie thought for sure he'd lost his big brother forever! Marcus came back inside to proclaim that he's NEVER learned anything from me! I tried to apologize for that saying I was sorry that he hadn't learned anything from me, but that wasn't MY problem. So off he went again (this time with shoes.) He decided to head in the other direction (maybe he could get farther.) He got next door only to turn around again! He stormed inside and said "OK, I'll stay!" To which I replied "No, really you don't have to. There are plenty of nice Moms in the neighborhood that would be glad to have you!" We argued some more and then again he was gone (this time with his scooter.) Charlie and I watched out the window. Me, quietly laughing my guts out and Charlie with big tears in his eyes. Would we ever see Marcus again? Oh yes! He had to tell SOMEONE about riding around the loop all by himself.