Noah...hmm. Noah. He became a teenager overnight. Tantrums, strops, hell we have a Naughty Pillow. And he's done time.
Noah pushes my buttons. Impressively well. Like, "hey bitch momma, are you annoyed right now? Well I'm really gonna show you annoyed. Check it!"
And then he'll proceed to annoy the shit out of me.
And I'm all, "bitch? You don't want to mess with me. I am the momma. The Momma."
Still, I often wonder if I can sell him on eBay.