Noggin

I went to run to the store, and Joey decided to run with me, even though I told him he would NOT be getting anything while we were there.  Well, that all changes as soon as he sees something he wants.  Good cooperative behavior turns to tantrums and deal making.  So there he sits, on the floor by the register while I try to pretend he isn't bothering me.  He says he isn't going anywhere...

"That's fine, Hard Head, I am going home and I guess they can put you to work here."

He jumps up off the floor in a panic as I start to leave, and bumps his head on the display shelf.  The poor lady at the register leans over as if to rub it for him and he jerks away from her.  He leans away, rubbing his head and tells her,
"That's okay, I got a hard noggin.  That's why mom says I'm a hard head."

The lady at the register and the people waiting behind him in line started laughing.  He skipped out of the store as if he was there just for their entertainment.