Rotten mommy

My little angel has gone from this:

To this:

At two and a half I thought we might actually skip over the terrible two phase, but apparently not. In the past few weeks he has:

• scribbled on the wall with crayon
• dumped out every toy bin we own
• shredded into tiny pieces the two loaves of whole wheat bread I made using a combination of his hands and an ice cream scoop
• climbed on the counter and cut up his finger with my knife (superficial wound, thank goodness)
• food flinging at mealtimes
• smooshed banana all over my bed. and the carpet.
• ran around in the middle of the boys' taekwondo class, then through the doors and out into the street
• and, I'm sure there were a few other things that I've blocked from memory

Whenever I try to prevent one of these little incidents from occuring he yells "rotten mommy!" over and over. It's kind of funny. and a bit cute. but totally naughty.