What the hell are we doing wrong?

That's what I asked Mr. Sasha tonight during dinner. This is one of those days where I just feel like I am doing a terrible job raising my kids.

P was freaking out claiming he needed to leave the room because the smell of WC's clementine was "gagging" him. (And really, I think it was. What's that all about?)

WC was standing up in her booster, with her t shirt up around her hair like a turban, busy disobeying my instructions to sit down.

Calgon......