And so it ends...

The string of "nicenis" is at an end.  Wm had a huge, evil tantrum last night when it was time to go get into the bath.  He was OUT of control.  I think he realized just how far he pushed things because this morning he kept trying to give me gifts and look apologetic (note: the "gifts" were things like crumpled construction paper he "made for me," pictures that had been hanging on the wall of his bedroom, and lego parts - so basically anything on hand that he could say was a "present for you").  It was good while it lasted....