We took him to the fair and we came across this one booth. The booth had all the balloons tacked up to the wall and you throw those darts. Three darts for like a dollar, whatever. He was very big for his age. He was three but looked like he was seven. And the lady was like, "Do you want to play little boy?" And we were like "No no no no!! We don't want him to have the dart." He was very strong, we were afraid he was going to poke her eye out or something. When we told him no, he just went into instant Josh rage. He picked up the dart and said "MY PLAYING!!!" and stabbed her in the hand...through her hand. Blood was everywhere. I'm freaking out. My husband at the time was trying to pull it out of her hand. And [Josh] just kept saying "My playing!! My playing!!" Oh my God! We had to give him the other two darts to throw at the balloons just to shut him up. It was terrible. It was so embarrassing. We were apologizing profusely.
Uh, yeah, embarrassing's exactly the word we'd use for it too, Mom.