Look at me.

After pouring a bottle of water over himself.

Whenever Atticus throws a fit, we get face-to-face and say calmly, "Look at me, Atticus..." and then explain why he can't have or do whatever it is he wants at the moment.

So I couldn't help but laugh this morning when, after I tried to offer him water when he'd asked for milk, he grabbed my face and said, "Lookamee. Milk."

He got milk.