Hey Baby, What's Your Sign?

Today Nathan decided he would go into Carson's room and throw all the books from his shelf onto the floor. By throw, I don't mean drop, I mean sling around the room. This has happened before, but not for awhile. Greg told him to pick them up and put them back on the shelf. He responded with the ever so popular toddler, "NO" and his little 'you know I'm super cute' smirk. Greg put him into time-out which lasted quite awhile before he calmed down. He eventually said he was sorry and Greg went back to Carson's room with him and told him to pick up the books only to get the same response. This of course meant another long time-out, the eventual 'sorry' and the cycled continued. After four time-outs he finally began to slowly pick up the books and stack them back onto the shelf. It was time for nap then and after the boys were tucked into their beds Greg came into the living room and said to me, "that boy is SO bull headed!" Well, of course I had to have two May boys born under the sign of Taurus. Why must that boy give credence to astrology?