Ive come to realize that arguing with a toddler is a lot like arguing with someone who is severely intoxicated. He does a lot of word slurring, and clearly has no idea what REALLY is going on in a situation where I'm telling him to do something. For example, I say "Dylan why don't you sit down and finish your cookie at the table". His response is usually something like "I don't have a table!!!!", when he's sanding right next to one. And its usually at a volume that is much higher than needed in a living room. Then he turns his back to you, crosses his arms and makes the "humph" sound, just to make sure you know he isn't happy with you.
He is also somewhat bipolar. One minute he's playing with his toys, and the next he turns his back and doesn't want to speak to you. Below is a picture I took earlier of him with a new toy he got from his grandparents, and as soon as he saw the camera he did his signature move.
Yea.. he's an angel. I'm starting to believe people when they say the third year is actually worse than terrible twos. Luckily he does most of his acting out at home, and not in public. I always feel bad for parents when I see their kids throwing tantrums on the floor of a restaurant or grocery store. And then I feel worse when the kids realize what "we're going to the bathroom" ACTUALLY means. But then it's quiet again and I get over it. Circle of life.
He's sort of like the sour patch kids. You know, first they're sour then they're sweet or something like that. Anyways. Life goes on, hakuna matata, c'est la vie, and all those other cliche things you'd say in a crummy situation when you want to pretend to be an optimist.
It really is more funny than anything since he's so small. Mostly because half of the time when he yells at me I have no idea what he's saying. Here's hoping all you other mommies are laughing as much as I am these days.
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