Another example. Smacking his hockey stick on the ground when he doesn't get something he wants. My response to that lovely gesture: Taking his beloved hockey stick away. Max's reaction: Slapping the wall with all his baby might. Then I put his hockey stick in the forbidden room (office) where he won't play with it for the remainder of the night. I know, I'm mean.
Tonight-We're watching the hockey game and it's intermission. A perfect time to give Max his shower, which he has come to hate...until he's actually in the shower and doesn't want to get out. I laid him down to get undressed and he's fighting me, screaming, and he tries to gouge my left eye out. At least he had the sense to attack my bad eye, but still it hurt like hell. I could have gouged his eye back...eye for an eye mister, but I didn't. I yelled for Ian to come take over so I could check my poor eye in the mirror.
Don't let his cute, adorable looks fool you.