The Attitude Has Got To Go!!!

I just had to post this little story about something that happened last night with Brendon.
He punched my brother in the place that it counts, intentionally. I told him that he was going to have to go to bed early to think about what he had done. He proceeded to throw an enourmous dramatic fit. I told him to brush his teeth, and so he went in the bathroom. I snuck up on him, and overheard him whispering that he hates me. I said, "How do you think it makes me feel to hear that you hate me?" I just wanted to add to his guilt a little bit. He then burst into a crying fit because he felt so bad that I heard him say that.
I finally got him in the bed, and I told him that I don't want to go to the movies, or roller skating, or laser tag, or baseball games for a child that hates me. And I walked out of the room without a hug or anything. I wanted him to understand how powerful those words can be. He told me not to put covers on him, just so that he could be difficult. I said "Fine, I guess you will be cold"
Later that evening, I went in to cover him up, and I just about peed in my pants with laughter when I saw him. My son was lying down on his stomach and had put a piece of paper on his back. He still had no covers on, and there was a note on the paper for me. It said, "Don't put nething on me." I very quickly burst into laughter at the note he had left for me in case I went into his room to cover him up.
The first thing he said to me this morning was, " I am sorry for hurting your feelings, Mommy."