Lesson

Whatever.  I'm down with it.

"Puh.  Heh."

"Rowan, we do not spit."

"PUH!"  All over my face.  "Ha ha ha ha!"

When a toddler spits in your face, you must engage in psychological warfare until a lesson is learned.

"Rowan.  When you spit on my face, you make me very sad.  Very, very sad.  Do you want to make Daddy sad?  Because when you spit on my face, I am very sad."

His facial transition from laughing to sobbing was like watching glass shatter in slow motion.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

I picked him up.  "Rowan, do you have anything to say to me?"

"I sowwy.  I sowwy, Daddy."

"Thank you, buddy."