The fits yesterday had me wishing for a caravan of wandering gypsies. So bad, he fell asleep in the middle of one, and then woke up at 2am and remembered he was still ticked.
Yay for sleepless nights while being told you're "bad" and being called made-up names by someone who doesn't know how to curse with screams from down the hall.
Oh, and The Watchmen was 3 hours of my life I'll never get back. To quote Hubby, "that was too gory and had way too much blue penis waving in your face."
Don't waste your money.