Taz is angry because I'm ruining his awesome peek-a-boo game (preventing his little sister from getting smothered to death.) I'm also not letting him throw toys out the window or use pens on the tablecloth which, let's face it, is plain mean.
I'm getting a little ticked off from the constant crying and complaining, and because I can't turn my back for one second without Betty getting drenched/smothered/carried off (!!), the dog getting covered in play doh or Taz channeling his inner rock climber to reach all kinds of forbidden goodies, nearly tipping the chair (stool/toy box/ random object) he was standing on and breaking his neck in the process. The fact both the kids' favorite game is to empty drawers and shelves and stuff things (phone, keys, etc) in random drawers/corners is not helping. Did I mention Taz' new thing is to hide toys in the oven?