driven C.R.A.Z.Y.

This morning AJ was into everything...and yes, it was on purpose. All of the no-no's were being rummaged through. My goodness! Can't we at least eat breakfast before this mischief starts?, I thought. But what came out of my mouth was, "AJ! You're driving me crazy!" To which Ethan replies, "Why is she driving you crazy, Mom?"
"She getting in my nightstand, she getting in my make-up drawer, and she's lifting the toilet seat. She knows these are no-no's, so it's driving me crazy that she's doing this!"
Pause.
"Mom? What drives you crazy about me?"
Pause. Think. Be careful. But truthful.
"Ethan, it drives me crazy when you start to cry and kick and scream because you want to sit on the very same toilet I just happen to be sitting on. It's silly for you to act like that. We have 2 toilets. You can use the other one. That's what drives me crazy."
"Oh."

That very scenario had just happened 30 minutes before.

End of conversation. (is he really just 3?)