The Doctor and I are totally butting heads with one another. He wants to stay at home, I want to go out.
I want him to have a sleep. He doesn't. Then he goes to sleep for two hours and is in a much more harmonious mood. Thangyouverymudge.
He wants to dessert. Doesn't want dinner.
I want to walk. He wants to drive (50 metres down the road, Al Gore where are you when I need you?).
He wants to watch TV. I don't want him to watch TV.
Oh it's a tangled web we weave.
He's 4 going on 14. Why oh why are we butting heads?