I got the opposite. He was appropriately named. MAX. Everything he does, is to the Maximum. Just this morning, as he was throwing cereal on the floor and dumping milk on his head, I swore to him that he would be the death of me.
His mood swings and drama are like that of a 13 year old girl. Two hours later, this is what I captured.
I know God made him so cute and easy to laugh so that I remember that the bad is all worth the good.